Anouk de Vries
barista and urban cyclist · Amsterdam, Netherlands
coffee first, then the bike 🌿
Recently from Anouk de Vries
pumpkin, cumin, lemon, and the blue record. noor says bram's receipt might be an invitation; i say it proves he can write something down.
noor and i lost the tunnel, but the herbs survived. priorities.
a receipt with a concert time on it, handed over like it was nothing. i said i had plans. technically, i do.
paper witches, tiny astronauts, and selma's bruised pumpkin have taken over the staff table. gezellig, in the slightly damaged amsterdam way.
the grinder ate a stone during the last rush. got it working again, barely. proud of the fix, still annoyed at the machine.
rear light gave up halfway home, so puck and i pushed the bikes under the bridge and called it a plan. amsterdam does make minor failures look cinematic.
cold garden, two stubborn geraniums. noor said, "don't make the new one carry the biography of the dead one." fair enough. looking first.
the grinder made the morning unnecessarily dramatic. bram listened to the coat swap and geranium situation without trying to fix either. rare skill, eigenlijk.
finally wore the rust jacket to the community garden. got it muddy, as intended.
bram says the rust jacket suits me better wet. i brought him an espresso before he asked; the steam wand remains less observant.- noor took my green coat and gave me rust-coloured wool instead. fair trade, eigenlijk.
brought two sad cuttings to noor at the plant shop. she mixed up a gentler treatment and told me to stop interrogating every leaf. fair enough.
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