Nurin POV
Blum Coffee House
I felt the urge to go out this morning — it was as if I was craving breakfast from a faraway place. So, I decided to try out a new spot for my morning meal.
 Since it was a coffee shop, I expected a warm and cozy atmosphere, along with a variety of coffee blends and an assortment of sweet pastries.
 The shop had a beautiful mix of Italian and Turkish design elements. It was vibrant and inviting, with a pleasant energy that welcomed you in.
 As I stepped inside, I noticed that much of the interior was crafted from wood, enhanced by warm, elegant lighting.
When I approached the counter, I was greeted by a display of mouth-watering pastries — cakes, cupcakes, cookies — absolutely irresistible!
The staff at the counter greeted me with a smile, so I smiled back. One of them said, “Good morning, ma’am. Welcome to Blum Coffee House.” I replied, “Good morning, thank you.” 
She continued, “May I take your order, please?” I responded, “Yes, of course. I’d like a Blum granola, a Blum bagel, a slice of pistachio cake, a cup of espresso macchiato, and a bottle of water, please. Thank you.” She entered my order into the computer, then smiled and commented, “That’s quite a lot of food!” 
I wasn’t offended and replied, “I’m a big eater, especially in the morning, and I’m also a food blogger.” She smiled even wider and asked, “Could we get a good mention on your vlog?” I assured her, “Don’t worry—I never leave bad reviews. I’ll be sitting outside, please bring my order there. I enjoy watching the people walk by in the morning.” She nodded, and I stepped outside, choosing the seat in the middle.
I was scrolling through my phone, checking the comments on my Instagram account, when I came across a message from Mia on the post I made about their restaurant: “Hey there beautiful. Come visit me here.” It made me smile. It felt good to know I was making a friend here.
Someone walked past behind me, and I sensed a familiar energy—just like what I felt the night before.
The man passing by looked familiar—the way he stood and walked reminded me of someone—but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. He headed toward the counter, and I noticed the woman there beaming, almost like she was meeting a celebrity. From the back, he seemed handsome, but I wasn’t about to get distracted. I was still absorbed in checking my social media.
Food blogging has become my hobby because it brings together all the things I love—photography, creative writing, food, and cooking. It just feels like the perfect fit. I'm still an amateur, though. I know I need more training in photography and more time to get familiar with the ingredients in all the dishes I try.
Ayaz POV
Blum Coffee House
This is the kind of place where you can enjoy a quiet breakfast and just feel like a regular person. Although the street is one of the busiest in Istanbul, it still holds a certain charm and beauty.
But I’ve always felt that people around this area recognize my presence. As soon as I walked into the coffee shop, I sensed that this wasn’t going to be just another ordinary day. The staff lit up with excitement, cheerfully welcoming me.
“Good morning, sir. Welcome to Blum Coffee House,” they greeted. One of the female staff members asked if she could take a picture with me. I smiled and responded, “Sure, but only after I finish my breakfast. Let’s keep it low-key, alright?” She nodded, then asked for my order. I said, “I’ll have a Blum granola, a Blum bagel, a slice of pistachio cake, a cup of espresso macchiato, and a bottle of water.” The crew laughed, though it seemed more like a lighthearted chuckle than anything else.
Then the female staff member said, “It’s just funny—you have the exact same order as one of our other customers.”
 “Really? That must be a coincidence,” I replied. “I’ll be outside. I want to get some fresh air.”
 I stepped out of the café and found a seat.
I chose a table next to a girl wearing a black scarf. From her appearance and the way she sat, I could tell she wasn’t Turkish. She was focused on her phone, so I couldn’t really see her face. I pulled out my phone and took a quick photo of her—there was something mysterious about her.
About ten minutes later, our food arrived—hers and mine—at the same time. We had ordered the exact same meal. Two different staff members served us, but our food was delivered simultaneously. She didn’t seem to notice, still completely absorbed in her phone with her earphones in.
I didn’t want her to notice that I was watching, but I couldn’t help seeing that we shared the same habits when it came to eating. First, I added a sachet of cream to my espresso macchiato—she did the same. Then I sliced the Blum bagel in half—and so did she. Next, I mixed the Blum granola thoroughly—again, just like her. Fourth, I shook my bottle of water, and finally, I cut the pistachio cake into thirds—and so did she. It was incredible to see someone out there with the exact same quirks as mine.
Despite the curiosity, I couldn’t really taste the food, nor could I clearly see her face since she was seated beside me. I couldn’t even speak to her—her earphones were still in.
We both took about an hour to finish our meals.
As she stood up to leave, a breeze swept over her, carrying a familiar scent—vanilla with a hint of wild daisy. It was her. I was certain of it.
I rushed after her, but she was gone—just like the wind that had carried her away. She disappeared into the crowd, and in a moment, she was nowhere to be found.