Expresso Yourself

People say coffee is the fuel of civilization. I say coffee is the fuel of survival—especially when you work at Brewtopia, the only café in the city where our beans are fair trade, our foam is overly ambitious, and our customers are absolutely unhinged.
My name’s Jules, your underpaid, overcaffeinated narrator. I’ve been a barista here for three years, six mental breakdowns, and 1,072 times pretending to care about someone’s new diet.