If it weren't for my barista job at Simple Pleasures Cafe in the Outer Richmond of San Francisco, I never would have met Anthony. He had driven cross-country from his hometown Tuckahoe, New Jersey to live and work with his friends and discover San Francisco. Every day Anthony would come in the cafe, once in the morning for a coffee, and once in the afternoon for a beer. We would see each other twice a day, and I grew fond of seeing his bouncing blonde curls and permanent beaming smile on his face. We were both shy and eventually had our first date at the local bar down the street from the cafe.