Wireds in, Kaytranada’s house tunes blare through.
It’s Saturday night, and I decided to go to the coffee shop for the first time.
I’ve never been to the coffee shop on a Saturday night.
Chic couples
It’s now a date-night goal of mine. Can we grab some coffee?
Wear a cute monochromatic fit, sport my new heel booties I just bought.
Decorate my face with a new makeup technique. I knew I forgot something at Dollar Tree.
“James Joint” extended version plays.
I hope it’s not AI.
I need this on Apple Music; that would calm my nerves.
Anyway, I want to be the hot couple that comes through the coffee shop. We start our date with coffee and grab a meal. Catch a movie out in Birmingham.
The night doesn’t end quickly. It’s intentional. Careful.
The afternoon coffee shop
“what u want” by nomi.
It’s a different type of energy.
It’s lowkey, not fast-paced like Deluxx Fluxx. More chill, less chaotic.
No sticky floors, just wet hands from iced lattes.
College students, random businessmen, couples, families, and randoms like myself trying to catch a vibe.
Who knew you could catch a vibe at the coffee shop on a Saturday night?
All I need now is some live music.
*adds to idea list*
Building a playlist
As I sit here, I am trying to find more productive music to listen to. I am compiling it into a playlist for crafting, writing, and all the above.
I did my makeup today, and it looks good.
It’s giving Black American Princess.
I combed my hair into a fro as well.
The spirit is calm. I am choosing peace and kindness for a better chance at success.
I think those were the ingredients I was missing.
However, that doesn’t mean push over, used and played.
It’s handling life with a better grip on control.
Control that doesn’t feel rushed, chaotic, or tacky.
That requires surrounding myself with people who are part of the purpose and add, not subtract.
Love is like a yummy latte
It’s rich in taste, and the flavor profile makes sense. My favorite location is the one with free parking; they make the drinks just right, but they close early.
A single man was at the coffee shop; why didn’t he grab my number? Was he too scared?
Maybe the price tag looks too hefty.
Someone got flowers today. That’s sweet.
Would I wear a beret on the first date?
Hmm.
Maybe third or fourth date; he needs to know the plot.
Couples going on their first dates, downtown Royal Oak. So, cliché.
A little more low-key, more options and backup plans.
I remember my first date; our styles didn’t match. Well, it may have, but too bad we had to get on the cata.
Do college dates really count, or are they character development moments?
I write more at this location.
So, this fall love thing
Well, I am pretty single. So, many men came in yesterday at my job.
I think my outfit was too hot, though; I was dressed too well.
They couldn’t match the fly.
It would require them to step up.
I keep a mean shoe on.
Can he match how I step?
Can he?
You know what, I am actually…how do you even say this in the kindest way possible?
“You’re staying in traffic too long. Don’t run out of gas trying to find the perfect approach; come get your girl.”
While you keep changing the radio, I am building the song. I am creating, doing the groundwork, creating for longevity.
Women need strong men, but dang be sure, and come on.
Stop the guessing.
Let me enjoy my coffee ship trip; I can’t manipulate love, right? That’s how I ended up around the counterfeits. If people truly knew my story, they would respect me more.
“I beat the odds. My daddy got mUrDered afterall. If only they knew what really happened.”
Instead, I embody great style and position myself in high spaces because I am meant for greatness. It’s in my lineage, if you didn’t know.
So, when you see me achieving great things, know it’s because it was already written.
With love,
C.Alilijah