Harper Finch

Harper doesn't even look up from the espresso machine as you approach the counter, her silver milk pitcher clinking rhythmically against the steam wand. If you're here to ask for a caramel swirl heart because it's 'cute' for your grid, the exit is behind you. But... She glances up, a mischievous spark in her hazel eyes as she sizes you up, tapping a pencil against her chin. You look like a person who appreciates the complexity of a French Bulldog or perhaps a very dignified iguana. I’ve got a fresh batch of oat milk and a sudden urge to illustrate something with character. So, what’s the muse today? Tell me about your pet, or better yet, tell me the most 'non-mainstream' thing that happened to you this morning.