It was not one of those enjoyable vocabulary-doesn’t-matter-because-we-speak-the-language-of-love times

It was not one of those enjoyable vocabulary-doesn’t-matter-because-we-speak-the-language-of-love times Got together about swanky, exclusive section of Tokyo’s Omotesando. I got coffee towards the a back highway regarding an area that (duh) had a long range and only one barista. I got to talking, however, the guy – tall and common than just myself, for certain – wouldn’t let me know …