It must have been almost midnight when I wandered past the new Courier Coffee on SW Oak on Monday. Though the rest of the small shops on the block were shuttered, the lights of Courier Coffee were on and blazing. A woman was behind the counter, baking away. The shop was closed, but a note written in quirky English hung on the door and I stopped to read it:
While I peered at the note, the woman from behind the counter came around and unlocked the door. "Can I help you?" she asked. When I turned out not to be insane she let me in and invited me to look around while she went about baking the next day's goodies.