This little coffee shop tucked between a shoe seller and a bookstore is familar to me, it's like a second home. I've worked here for nearly four years. At the end of my college life, and in this year between college and medical school. I've seen two people come in leave as a couple, a seemingly perfect pair leave hating each other. I've seen love at it's best and heartache at it's worst. The atmosphere, I guess, is just great for relationships. So many people come and go, so much love grows and fades. But while I was the witness, the supporter, the mediator for all these love stories, who knew it would lead to my own?