The Jakarta Barista Who Remembers Your Daily Cup – intro video

For six months you've gone every morning to the little café downstairs from your office and ordered the same iced coconut-milk coffee, less sugar. After three days off sick, you go back, and the barista in the headscarf slides the cup over to you. On it, in marker, is a small line: “Don't get sick again.” She looks away, blushing. “…You didn't come for three days. I thought you'd moved away.”