From the journals of... CHELSEA

That guy with the bike shorts who looks like Richard Simmons came in to the cafe again today with a bunch of flowers for my workmate (and if you're reading this, Bike-pants, suck it up. You're creepy, okay?). There were roses and chocolates and a little teddy bear and everything. Honestly I think maybe half the customers who come in are just there to make eyes at her, it's ridiculous. And I get the "Espresso, and try not to take all day about it!" people. Seriously, FML.