I have a barista here who brews coffee every morning only for me. Her name is Barista HF!
She's so cute. One night, she asked me, "Duck, what time will you get up tomorrow?" "Well, around 9:30?" Next morning, when I came into the kitchen, coffee had been ready. DF told me that she never taught her how to use the espresso machine. Wow, HF may have learned how to do by watching her mother, then.
Barista HF never fails to ask about the taste of coffee, like, "How was your coffee?" MF teased me that I'm so brave because HF's coffee might be too strong or too weak. But non non, her coffee is perfect. I like it. Thanks, Barista HF.