When I was little, my mom would sometimes take me to Starbucks for breakfast with her. This was back when Starbucks was very new, and there was only one location anywhere near us. My mom would drink a decaf tall skim latte and I'd have steamed milk with vanilla and a coffee cake muffin. We'd both read the paper (I got the comics and she got the very-gossipy obituaries) while we drank and it felt so positively grown-up. I wished it could last forever.