I finally woke up fully, to get ready. "Let's go to... a cafe." I threw on high-wasted jeans, A graphic shirt, a chain, converse high tops, and the last touch. A butterfly clip. Childish, but cute. Chloe was already dressed, so we headed out the back door, and towards town. I felt extremely happy, since I finally got sleep. Chloe almost skipped, she seemed happy too. "Why are you so happy?" I joked. She turned and said "I don't know." This was a blunt response, but i took it anyway.
Around 10 minutes later, we were standing outside Cafe Streak. The most aesthetic Cafe you'll ever see. I loved to come here on Saturday's, when i was alone, taking pictures and uploading them to one of my instagram accounts. I don't do it for the followers, or the likes, like most people do. I do it, to look back at the photos that mean nothing to someone else, but a whole lot to me. I have photos of me and Chloe on there, m and my mom, my brothers, pictures in places others don't recognize, that i could tell a whole story about them.
