A little coffee shop tucked away in a dead-quiet Pasteur alley at noon, completely ignoring the chaos of traffic and the sun beating down after a week of relentless rain. The lady running the place is hunched over her lunchbox behind the drink cart, barely looking up when a customer walks in, half-surprised, half-dead inside. Was it the heat? Was she lost in thought? Or was it more of a "bruh, what kinda weirdo sits down for a coffee at this hour? I’m tryna eat here!" kinda vibe? Whatever, the coffee's good. Saigon, Sep'24