The Magic Of Matcha
“You look like a matcha” the best barista in the world grinned a silly grin at Samuel the businessman, who stood before him in zipped up in a shiny green puffy jacket.
“why, because of my jacket”
“Yes Samuel, but please forgive me I'm just being facetious”
“It’s Duvetica, an Italian brand and I'm rather proud of it.”
“Tom picked it out for me a couple of days ago” Hallam knew that if Tom had chosen it would be good quality, although that was plain to see and he recognised the Italian designer brand. Well done to Samual.
“You look good, it's certainly a turnaround.” the best barista in the world commented with a sincere face.
“Really, you like it” Samuel was confused, Hallam sounded genuine. A wave of happiness swept through the man at the unexpected compliment. The businessman had always looked up to the barista as the pinnacle of cool and for him to actually like what he was wearing was the only validation he needed.
“Yeap, you look good ... finally” The best barista in the world looked the businessman up and down. Golden goose trainers, low key with a green star and some simple blue jeans, what a turnaround. Shame it had taken so long, but now he could invite him to the opening of the new venue, and he wouldn't look out of place.
