Julian West
I found myself rushing for some reason. I ran around my apartment trying to get everything in check inside a basket that was present to me by some fans. It was initially filled with a bouquet of real flowers that died from dehydration and nonchalance. I could tell Sophie was the kind of woman to call me a red flag for letting it die. I picked the last cookie dough from the fridge for her and got a coffee ice cream for myself. It was my favorite.
Whoever came up with the idea definitely couldn't hold back their love for the musk scent of coffee. I always said coffee was feminine no matter how much people claimed it was a masculine thing. But the amount of time put in to make a perfect cup of coffee needed such delicate and intentionality that I have only seen being displayed
