Asha could not speak a word of English when she first arrived in New York. She says she would sometimes be up all night to finish her homework in tears. It took her five hours to finish what other kids would finish in an hour.
“Back then, the toughest thing was not so much the language but being separated from my family and friends. But now, I love it here in New York,” she said with a smile.
I understood why other staff at the Coffee Shop had this respect for Asha. No one had it as hard as she has.
“What are you doing now?” I asked.
“I graduated high school and now I’m studying to pursue a career in fashion. I’ve got to make it.”
“See you tomorrow,” said Asha and went back to her work. The coffee poured by the 22-year-old Asha was quite the cup.
The next person I became friends with at the Coffee Shop was a lady named Rowena.
Working as a waitress, she was a dependable 26-year-old who looked after others like a big sister.
Asha and Rowena were good friends, so when I was chatting away with Asha, Rowena would always stop by and ask, “So what are you talking to my lil’ sister about?”
Rowena was the most popular one at the Coffee Shop with the male customers. The sight of this lady with a short haircut wearing a white rib tank top with a pair of jeans, briskly moving about between the tables, had many guys hooked.
Rowena was a born-and-bred New Yorker from the Bronx. She had Spanish, Puerto Rican, British, French, German, and Welsh blood in her, which she joked about, saying, “It’s like I’m a one-woman melting pot. That’s New York.”
Her dream was to become a writer, so she studied creative writing at her university. She worked four days a week during the day at the Coffee Shop and rest of the time, she devoted herself to writing.

Once, I bumped into Rowena at the vintage bookstore on 21st street. She had Momo by Michael Ende in her hand.
I said, “Momo is my favorite book, too.”
“Actually, I want to write stories for children someday,” said Rowena.
One day, I stopped by the Coffee Shop in a white tank top and white shirt. Rowena jokingly said, “Oh, can I have my uniform back please?” and tried to pull the shirt off my back.
“Sorry, I borrowed it from your closet without asking,” I jokingly replied which invited these hard stares from all the male customers who had the hots for Rowena.
“What am I to do with you? Only today, ok?” said Rowena and blew a kiss.