I've made it through the week, and it was now Sunday morning. I was looking forward to this day. There was no chance of rain today, so I decided to get dressed to grab a cup of coffee. I picked out a basic long sleeve black turtleneck top to pair with my mid-thigh black shorts. I wanted to keep my look light, so I added some dainty gold hoops, a vintage gold belt and watch, my caviar white Chanel handbag with gold hardware, a pair of black Steve Madden Hermes dupe sandals and for the scent, Santal 33. I looked all over for my unisex blacked out sunglasses, but I couldn't find them anywhere, so I grabbed my Chanel dupe sunnies instead. As I made my way to Noir Lux Coffee Shop, I could smell the strong aroma of coffee. It instantly made me feel happy. I did a quick outfit check through the window and suddenly, I locked eyes with Chris, the waiter. Once inside, he immediately started walking towards me with excitement on his face. I decided to compose my smile. I'm as single as a one-dollar bill, but I didn't want to look like it and I sure as hell didn't want to act like it. "Good morning, September," said Chris. I quickly said good morning back, but I was puzzled at the fact he knew my name, I never told him my name. As soon as I approached the coffee bar, the well-dressed young lady from last week said, "welcome back September." It felt as if they knew me, I said good morning back, but I needed to know how they knew my name. Apparently, I was so amazed at how luxurious this coffee shop was, I forgot that I mentioned my name when I placed my order. We both laughed, she asked if I was going to get the same thing from last week, again I was shocked that they keep records of who and what you've ordered but I decided to try something different. I've recently got out of a long-term relationship, and I decided that I would push myself to try different things, different places, different men and now different coffee. I wasn't really sure on what I wanted so she insisted that I try the Cappuccino Cream, she said it was popular this week and according to my choice of outfit she thought my Old Money aesthetic was perfect for this coffee. So, I said let's do it. Just as last week I grabbed my ticket and Chris walked me to a table by the window. This time I didn't care to look at the price because I just knew that it will be well worth it. I didn't have to wait too long until he showed up with my hot Cappuccino Cream that had shaved curls of chocolate and caramel sprinkled over a fluffy cloud of whipped cream and my unisex blacked out sunglasses. "I'd figured you would be looking for these, you left them at your table last week." Said Chris. Little did he knew, he just made my day. Thirsty to wear them, I decided to wear them while I sipped my coffee. Extra you may say, and to that I would say "exactly!" While sipping my coffee, I overheard a conversation about a woman finding out that her husband has been secretly sending hush money to his work mistress. I thought to myself "dam I love this coffee shop!" I finished my last sip of coffee, paid, and waved bye to Chris and the young lady at the bar. During my walk home, I felt like being single was better than dealing with a double shot of scandals.