…at The Grind, sitting next to (instead of across from) each other, while eating biscotti and drinking double espressos? Adorable. The boy is writing in a Moleskine notebook and occasionally reading aloud to the girl, who is reading Steinbeck. I wish I were 22 again. Moreso I wish a cute writerly boy had things to read out loud to me about. I suppose my desire to be someone’s muse hasn’t abated as much as I’d thought/hoped.