You walk up to La La Land Kind Cafe. It looks familiar, but you can't quite place why. Maybe you've been here in another life? A Nashville life.
The barista compliments your pear programming shirt. You don't know if he actually likes your shirt, or if he's just dutifully carrying out the coffee shop's mission of radiating light outwards.
You wait as a stream of people who could only be from LA or Nashville pick up their iced matcha lattes with cloud foam. You find it ironic since there are no clouds in LA. Andrea is the only one who ordered a hot latte. What a chump.
In the background you hear a faint but distinct wail: "IT'S SO ADDICTING!" There he is, an oasis of hope and hot yoga in the great Los Angeles dessert. Tarick. Beaming, yoga mat in hand. Or yoga mats as hands? He's done so much yoga that you can't tell where the yoga ends and the Tarick begins. He's missed us, and we've missed him too.
How will you spend the rest of your Nashville Reprise day? I've heard that LA is basically 12 South. A smoothie at Sun Life? Do you like jazz? No Bad Ideas here.