There was one time in Serra, senior year, I was talking to Chrissy Oyster, who a few of you may know. She was in IV, and I think in Mary Niu’s drawgroup that year, but I’m not sure. Nice girl.
Anyway, she’s from Austin, and I was telling her about this coffee shop my sister had taken me to in Austin, called Mozart’s. I’m like, “Have you heard of it?” And she’s like, “Yeah. My dad owns it.”