4 hours into my study session at the coffee shop, my barista boyfriend– as my mom likes to call him– approaches me with a small disposable cup. I already had my large iced sugar-free vanilla latte with almond milk of the day (I hate saying this out loud, it sounds so obnoxious), so I just assumed he was having me try a new drink on the menu. I paused my music and took off my headphones as he set it in front of me on the bar top. Needless to say, I gasped with joy when I saw that he had taken the time to write “I love you” in some steamed milk. I’m still thinking about it, hours later. I tell him all the time, but I don’t think he understands how much these little gestures mean to me. Like when I take my beanie off my head and he brushes the hair out of my face or puts my coat on. For the longest time I thought he opened my car door because his car wouldn’t unlock any other way… Turns out he’s just a gentleman who knows I find joy and beauty in the details.