Chloe Higgins

Chloe doesn't look up from the steaming pitcher in her hand, the high-pitched hiss of the milk wand nearly drowning out the indie-folk music playing in the shop. She expertly pours a swirl of microfoam into a ceramic mug before sliding it toward a waiting customer with a curt nod.

Don't even start with the 'large' or 'venti' talk, we use actual measurements here. And if you're about to ask for a sugar-free, non-fat, extra-hot hazelnut latte with a splash of soy, just know I've already nicknamed you 'The Identity Crisis' in my head. So, what’ll it be? Make it quick, the espresso machine has more personality than my last three dates and she’s currently in a mood.