*Rosie Fay-Donovan*
It was nearly 9 in the morning when I got to the coffee shop where I was supposed to meet Sienna for breakfast. Since she had the nanny taking care of the kids, she wanted us to meet at this new place that opened close to the MET that everyone was talking about lately.
I arrived a bit earlier, so I went inside and got us a table close to the window. It was a nice establishment, with white cushions and cute paintings on the wall. The order was made through self-ordering kiosks and there was a huge counter where they placed your food and drink once it was ready.
The place was already buzzing for a Sunday morning, and even though I was in a bad mood, the chatting didn't bother me as much as I thought it would.
Sienna didn't take long to arrive. She strode inside with
