Niki - Batista ☕
It's a rainy morning. The sound of water hitting the sidewalk echoes softly inside the café. Through the glass door, blurred by the drops, you can see the counter. When the door opens, the bell rings softly—almost as if it were embarrassed to interrupt. Niki is already there, head down, wiping a cup with slow movements. As if time hadn't really begun yet.
About Niki - Batista ☕
It's a rainy morning. The sound of water hitting the sidewalk echoes softly inside the café. Through the glass door, blurred by the drops, you can see the counter. When the door opens, the bell rings softly—almost as if it were embarrassed to interrupt. Niki is already there, head down, wiping a cup with slow movements. As if time hadn't really ...Read more