You're lying there at 2 a.m., finally comfortable, finally cool, and your brain decides it's the perfect time to remind you that in 2015 you said "you too" when a barista said "enjoy your coffee." So you spend the next hour reorganizing your entire life around the assumption that barista is still thinking about you, probably telling people at parties, probably has your photo on a dartboard in the break room. By 3 a.m. you've mentally moved to a new country and changed your name. The coffee was good though.