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And then there were two.

Two of us who have skirted and strewn our lives across the pages of this book with hopes to write a compelling story about a coffeehouse that was more than just that; the existence of a thing that stationed itself squarely in the middle of people who found themselves revisiting our shop. To write words like community and quality and fostering into our walls as if with invisible ink that sets and dries into the plaster and easily shows itself to the children who enter.

Who want to hear your story. About the dog running away on the beach, your friends who got engaged and married in a month, your Polish neighbor who crossed the border holding a bright bouquet of balloons. Between the coffee grinds and the heavy layers of foamed milk, the broken plumbing and the advertising meetings, there is excitement.

Excitement about what it means to live life in the South during this time with the people around us, drinking caffeine.

Fold yourself around the idea that you are accepted. You are loved in a distinct way that involves your morning and afternoon drinks of choice. Without offering much what we can offer to you is to take care of that small divinity to which you treat yourself. We can make it as best we know how and give it as if a warm hug that says, "You matter". Because with or without us, you do.

In the earliest morning hours before even the sun itself rises we are wrapping pastries and measuring scoops. This is because we like to consider that fact that on some days we are honored enough to help you remember your value, if even through the smallest means of water over beans.