In some forgotten corner of this crazy-spinning world, where the daily grind blurs the edges of our insides, there's this special spot - the coffee joint. It ain't just about caffeine jolts and wallet-squeezing pastries; it's like a theater for people coming together, a stage where love shows up for a quick encore and sad stories get whispered away. I've scratched out these lines on coffee shop napkins, in those little hideaways, where the smell of roasted beans mixes with heartaches