We Watched a Stallholder Write Orders on a Grease-Stained Notepad
The air in a typical Singaporean coffee shop hits you in layers. First, the sharp, roasted bitterness of the kopi brewing. Then, the faint, sweet char of kaya toast being pressed. Underneath it all, the low hum of conversation in a mix of dialects and the rhythmic clatter of porcelain cups on metal saucers. We…