Was scrolling through something about cars, wait no, scratch that, my eye only caught the tiny line about Starbucks’ fall menu. Pumpkin spice lattes are back, then? I haven’t had one since 2021. That day, I splurged after a good tip, spilled half on my guitar case when security herded me away from King’s Cross. Cold coffee’s my daily fuel, but that warm, sweet sip stuck with me. I’ve been staring at the Starbucks across the station for ten minutes now. Rent’s due next week, though. Can’t justify it. Maybe just hover by the door for a whiff.