Love is cute. Caffeine is necessary.☕️🤍 This man really handed me a cup of coffee with a whole heart on it like we’re in a rom-com or something. And I’m standing there, 3 business days past my usual coffee time, fighting for my LIFE. He’s smiling. Recording. “Isn’t that sweet?” Sir… I guess so. But let me explain something. I come from a long line of strong, coffee-dependent independent women. This isn’t a habit. It’s heritage. It’s culture. It’s survival. My mama passed down two things: attitude and caffeine dependency. I am not a good person before coffee. I am not reasonable. I am not approachable. I am not sweet. I am a hostage to the clock. The heart on top? Beautiful. Stunning. 10/10 effort. But respectfully… I don’t care about the art, I care about the liquid. And the fact that he had the AUDACITY to record me in my pre-coffee state? Brave. So brave. Yes, baby, it’s sweet. Now please stop filming and let me drink it before I turn into someone neither of us recognizes...