Geicy, 37, London
I watched the steam rise from the coffee machine, pouring the next drink.
Handing it over to the customer, I went to the other side of the kiosk and sat down.
Finally, time for a break.
It was October 2020 and I was working as a barista in a London cafe.
Work was busy but I was happy, loved people watching on my breaks.
Clocking a girl walking in with a lip piercing, I smiled.
I'd had one years ago, but let it close up.
Maybe it's time to get it re-done, I thought.
By now, I'd had ten tattoos, mostly skulls.
I had a real fascination with them.
Harmless fun, really.
Later, my friend suggested a
