Derek greeted me with a smile from ear to ear and a big hug. The café looked cosy with warm natural wood tables and comfy, marshmallow-like chairs and couches inside. “Let’s get in line, and we can order whatever we want. Anything for you.” He kept one arm on the small of my back. “Anything?” I asked like a happy little girl, and I looked up at the menu. “Yup. And you know what? How about for the day, we can be anyone we want to as well,” he said. I looked at him, and he could tell that I was confused. “Here’s the plan… when the barista asks for your name to write on the cup, you can say whatever you want it to be. Madonna, Beyoncé, anyone!” “Deal!” I agreed excitedly. This sounded like fun. My mind raced as I tried to think of all the people I wanted to be. I didn’t follow modern celebrities or watch a lot of movies. It was harder work than I thought. When it was my turn to order, I asked for a medium soy latte with extra whip cream.
