Sanam Salehian

Moleskin

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, not dark yet, but the sun had lost its heat. I left the office early and went to the coffee shop around the corner. I had to clear my head. Also, it’s the only place in the city I could grab a bite for free. Jenna is the owner of the coffee shop and she treats me for the graphic and photography work I do for her on the side.