So, I was sitting in this little coffee shop downtown yesterday – you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? – just scrolling through my phone, trying to decide what to do with the rest of my Sunday. I had my usual oat milk latte, which was perfect because it was one of those crisp autumn afternoons where you can actually wear a sweater without sweating through it. I had on this oversized knit I got from a thrift store last year, paired with some straight-leg jeans and my beat-up Converse. Nothing fancy, just comfy. Anyway, I was supposed to be planning…