“Ah, an organic bergamot iced tea with rosemary mint.” She ordered it.
I tried not to look at her.
“I am not a hipster,” she said, too defensively. “Everyone’s a hipster nowadays, being all pretentious and stuff. I just really like bergamot and rosemary mint.”
Pretentious, I mused. Point proven.
Nadja Tang is a twenty-something English teacher who loves to read and hates to write.
Ingesting an alcohol pill containing enough units to ensure a buoyant mood at the party, I marvelled at my Halloween costume. Adorned with an inordinately bushy beard, thick-rimmed spectacles, breath-constricting jeans and tweed brogues, my vision of someone dubbed a ‘hipster’ from the olden days was my scariest effort yet.
Fee Johnstone is a managing editor of a medical journal who favours cats, craft beer, and cheese over most other things.
We were at some overpriced, hipsterish coffee “boutique.” Jared got a mug of frothy stuff and stuck his face right in there, giving himself a mustache.
“Lookin’ good!” I joked, so he kept the “mustache” going all evening. Ironically, he said.
Wait. That doesn’t mean he likes me, does it?
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “froth.”