How I met Her

That morning, I made a latte in my small apartment. It was relaxing when suddenly my phone began to ring. My mom had called to invite me to a family breakfast at The Breakfast Club. My cousin Vanessa was in town, and I wouldn’t miss a chance to visit my favorite spot in Moscow. 

After a quick shower, I threw on my red-and-white floral shirt, tan shorts, and Vans. The walk downtown was quick, past the Japanese lady’s lush garden, the old city library, and through the bustling farmer’s market. By the time I reached Main Street, my sister was waiting outside the café with my mom and Vanessa.