A couple of Saturdays ago we had some coffee in one of my favourite places, the outdoor cafe opposite Melbourne Town Hall. Our coffee arrived at our table and so did the coffee arrive to the people sitting near us. I distractedly glances at our lattes and noticed they had a pretty pattern drawn on them with the froth, a very silky froth as they usually are there.
That's nice I thought. I glanced at the coffee of the people sitting near us and theirs had no pattern. What is going on here?
You stupid vacant old queen, said R. The guy who is making them is gay. I looked and while it was not obvious when he was behind the counter, I could see there was some gayness about him as he moved around.
I was again there for coffee four days later but on my own. The same guy served me and this time I got a heart on top of my coffee. I could also tell he put a tiny pinch of love in the brew. What a sweetie.