So my friend, Mitchell, and I walk into a coffee shop. It's our favorite weekend joint, especially after a harsh week. I'm shivering as we go in, so I clutch my coat. Mitchell, however, wears the same getup he always wears. Black cardigan, black jeans, and, unsurprisingly, black loafers.

He orders the coffee while I find us a seat. A really good seat, next to a window. Just seeing all that snow causes me to shiver. Mitchell brings our order: a soy latte for me and a salted caramel for him. From there,...