Sometimes an exchange goes beyond remembering a name. And, when I walked into Heart – the second time – what greeted me was a pair of low boots, tights, a tat, she, and then, she and him. With legs crossed, hair slightly frizzed from the midday warmth and a side angle profile delivering intensity, this self-proclaimed regular was a conversation in progress. She allowed to me join in with her and her fellow. I felt the Pacific Northwest love.
When I asked her, “Why Heart?” She looked up to the high ceilings and said, “its just amazing coffee…” Her voice trailed off with her words. So, I’ve finished her sentence with, “period.”
Coffee Shop: Heart
Location: Portland, Oregon