Considering I am in Zara’s on average four times a week getting a hot chocolate to take home with me, I very rarely stop in. But Ruth is around and we’ve got time to get coffee before it’s time for her to head back to Manchester, and I can sneak this in in a work morning. I have my standard, a dark mint hot chocolate (complete with marshmallow, obvs), in a beautiful ceramic mug that you just don’t get the benefit of when taking it to go. We have a good catch up over the state of work, and part ways knowing that she’ll have to come back next time she’s in Bristol, and that I’ll have to come back tomorrow.