So I was sitting in my favorite corner at that little coffee shop on 5th—you know, the one with the slightly too-loud indie playlist and the barista who always remembers I take oat milk—just scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my weekend to-do list was staring me down from my notes app. It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons where you’re technically “out,” but really you’re just procrastinating in public. I had my go-to outfit on: these worn-in vintage Levi’s, a simple white tee (the kind that somehow never gets stained), and my trusty black blazer thrown over because, well, coffee shops are always freezing.…