Coffee on a chilly Sunday morning. Breakfast with my guys at a new place I’d been dying to try. Sweet berries nestled inside of my crepe. Little fingers kept snatching away pieces of my ham.
thinking out loud
Coffee on a chilly Sunday morning. Breakfast with my guys at a new place I’d been dying to try. Sweet berries nestled inside of my crepe. Little fingers kept snatching away pieces of my ham.