Grind to Greatness: The Barista System

The market day stretched long.

Longer than Jun intended.

Longer than his legs wanted.

Longer than the energy he thought he had left.

But he stayed.

The sun passed overhead like a slow pendulum.

The shadows crawled from one side of the stall to the other.

Vendors came and went.

A child dropped a juice box nearby and cried until his mother scooped him up.

A street performer set up three stalls down—then left after two hours with less than he came with.

But Jun stayed.