There are few things I don't like about my job. These questions from Rafaela are definitely one of them, perhaps the most important. I know she asks out of politeness, but I would feel much better if she left me alone. Beyond that, though, the truth is I like working. It's not because of the place, definitely not. If it were up to me, all those flowery cushions on the iron chairs and the plastic flowerpots on the tables, which Rafaela with her endless chatter managed to convince her parents to put in the shop, would find their place in the nearest recycling bins. But they make her feel good, and she keeps posting filtered photos on Instagram. Maybe she's trying to build her portfolio in case she changes her mind in the future and decides to pursue her second great love, as she says, decoration. I think she probably already senses that choosing psychology was a mistake, not that she would excel in architecture, but OK.

Nor is it the type of work. I can't say that making coffees is the reason for my existence in this world, but I can't say that for sure either, because at this particular time I have no idea what that reason is or if it even exists. What I think I like most is the routine, the people, the movement. Working in a café has a flow. And Rafaela and I don't always coincide. Usually, she chooses shifts on weekdays, while I prefer weekends. During the week, with school and studying, time passes more painlessly. I can't say the same anymore about weekends, though.