This was breakfast and dinner from my last day in St. Thomas. The first picture is explanatory, but I will say those fresh fruit every morning at the hotel were wonderful, and I love a good bagel every now and again.
The dinner I had was wonderful too (despite how ugly the picture is) and all vegan. I actually had 2 plates of this it was so good but I had corn, lentil balls made with some other veggies, rice and beans, and fried cauliflower. I think I enjoyed the lentil balls the most. I honestly don’t think I could ever get tired of lentils.
Notes- I drank 2 coffees with soy milk today and my stomach hasn’t been upset all day. I went grocery shopping today and found it easier than I thought it would be to find some gluten-free vegan options. I thought I would have to go to whole foods or something but my regular grocery store actually had quite a bit.
Summary: You’re a barista in New York City, and a cute new customer has started coming to your coffee shop to work on his drawings. You begin to develop a connection with the man, who you discover his named Gerard…….but, then, tragedy strikes.
You’d just started working at a cute, mom-and-pop coffeeshop
in the big city. You loved the smell of beans roasting and bagels baking in the
morning when you walked in. It was kind of hard to learn how to make all the different
kinds of drinks, especially when you always had a long line. But, so far, you
still thought it was a pretty cool job. You even got free coffee once in a
You watched the man at the furthest table from the counter
out of the corner of your eye as you prepared a cappuccino. He was handsome,
with long, dark hair and hazel eyes that you wished would glance your way. He’d
started coming here almost every day recently, ordering a single latte and then
sitting in the corner for hours, bent over his sketchbook. You were curious as
to what he was working on, but you didn’t want to bother him. He seemed really
shy, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him anxious.
“Hey, Y/N, can you go wipe the tables while we’re not busy?”
your boss asked. “I’ll finish that cappuccino for Mrs. Benson, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” you nodded, and grabbed a rag. The
rush was going to start soon, and so this was the only time today you’d have
time to do this. You started at the first table, wiping away donut crumbs and
spilled espresso. Most of the tables weren’t that dirty, so it didn’t take you
long. Soon, you were at the table beside the one where the raven-haired man
You craned your neck as you scrubbed, trying to sneak a peek
at his drawing. He didn’t seem to notice you were there. He was completely absorbed
in his work, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he inked over a
pencil line with laser-like focus. You saw that the sketch depicted a cartoon
monkey eating pancakes.
“It’s so cute,” you said softly, unable to resist a smile.
The man jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly startled.
His knee knocked the table when he bolted, sending his latte tumbling to the
floor with a splash.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” you gasped. “Let me get a mop and
clean that up for you!”
“It’s ok, it’s my fault,” the man said quietly, grabbing a
napkin from the dispenser and bending down to wipe up the spill. “I, uh, didn’t
see you over there.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized. “I just
thought your drawing was really good.”
“Oh, well, um, thank you,” the man blushed. “I actually work
at Cartoon Network, and the sketch is part of some concept art for a show idea
I’m about to pitch to them, called The
“That’s so cool!” you beamed, impressed. “I’m Y/N, by the
“I’m Gerard,” the man introduced. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” you smiled. “Listen, I feel really
bad for making you spill your drink. I can get you a new latte on the house, if
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Gerard waved his hand.
“I don’t have to,” you agreed. “I want to.”
“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble with your manager?”
“Yeah, it should be fine,” you assured him. “I’ll go get one
for you right now. And good luck with your pitch!”
“Thanks,” Gerard smiled, playing with a lock of hair
nervously. You found him even cuter now that you’d have the nerve to talk to
// Another fabulous cafe in Amsterdam - Bagels & beans. I got the vegan chicken bagel with a soy latte and it was scarily close to real chicken … although I haven’t eaten chicken in 7 years so I’m not the best judge
Inspired by this text post: ‘Soulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.’
boss that we’ve got no deal, Winchester! Better luck next time… Or not.”
flinched as Gordon Walker got up from his seat, gathering his laptop and coat
before rushing out of the crowded coffee shop without giving Dean so much as a
was not going to be amused, that was a given. Dean sighed, burying his head in
his hands, angrily brushing his thumbs against his temples. Apparently it was
Douchebag Day; somehow all of Dean’s meetings had resulted in nothing but
frustration and disappointment. Which, truth be told, said more about the sort
of clients that Zachariah loved to work with than it said about Dean’s skills.
tiredly dropped his arms, rolling up one of his sleeves and staring at the
smudged writing on his wrist.
‘Lunch meeting FROM HELL with Walker
Enterprises, 1pm @ Bagels & Beans.’
He rubbed the skin with his index finger until the little reminder was
So Dean was a bit chaotic at times, sue him. Luckily, he always had a pen
with him, for obvious reasons, so it only took him a second to quickly write
down his appointments or other vitally important stuff that he needed to
remember. He was already rolling down the sleeve of his dress shirt again, when
he felt a warm glow that was comforting in its familiarity.
Dean smiled to himself when just below his wrist, a thin green line appeared
on his freckled skin. Ah, it would
seem that Castiel’s lunch break had started. The line elegantly curled along
the inside of Dean’s arm, then slowly changed its color, going from a violet
blue to a warm yellow, until Dean’s skin was covered in flowers.
Heart fluttering, Dean remembered. Daffodils and Forget-Me-Nots. The
first drawing that Castiel had ever painted on his skin, seven years ago. They’d
both been shy back then, not to mention a tad skeptical about this whole soulmate
In fact, when Dean had turned twenty-one and was finally able to write
to his soulmate, he had put it off for months. For one because he was scared,
but also because he wasn’t exactly a believer. It was one year later that his
soulmate had been bold enough to make that first move himself, and a breathtaking
work of art had suddenly appeared on the back of Dean’s hand while he’d been in
Can you recommend any places/ cool (and cheap) things to do in Amsterdam? xx
Bagels & Beans for bagels and the BEST coffee, Vondelpark, Cat cafe Kopjes (you have to reserve a spot upfront though), vintage shopping (Zipper and Episode are my favourite stores), China Town, idk I generally just like hanging around in Amsterdam! Kalverstraat (the main shopping street) has some nice bookstores too, like the American Book Center and Waterstones. Also Concerto is a great recordstore