I came up out of the Hennepin Avenue entrance at about ten past eight every weekday.

There was a coffee cart by the entrance run by a woman named Binta who has been there for eleven years and who knows about four hundred people’s orders.

Mine was a medium with sweet cream.

His was a small, black, nothing in it, and he would not have sugar, and he made a face about sugar that I found funny for two years.

I started buying his in the March of 2022.