It started with a little window on Love Street.
We have a tattoo shop here, with a gym next door, and somewhere along the way we decided to cut a hole in the wall and make coffee.
Nothing serious.
It was mostly for us, the artists, and whoever happened to be spending half their day getting tattooed. Somewhere to lean against the window, drink something good and waste a little time.
Then the gym found us.
One person came over after training. Then another. People started staying longer than a coffee takes. Strangers became familiar faces, familiar faces became friends.
Quillan was one of them.
Coffee after training turned into most mornings, most mornings turned into a good friendship, and one thing led to another.
For years the routine had been the same. Coffee on the way in, coconut water on the way out.
Energy. Hydration. Two cans.
Until eventually someone said the obvious thing out loud.
Why is this two drinks?
So we made it one.
Funny how things happen.