Barista husbands

Ryan woke me up early Sunday morning to get tickets with him at the Fillmore. It was early and I needed coffee, so we went to Momi Toby’s Café, a place I walk by almost every day but had never entered. The Arcade Fire was playing and the baristas were talking about TV on the Radio. I wanted to marry them; Ryan might have as well. They made a decent double latte too.