Every single time when I go to Starbucks, I’m a different person. I don’t mean that I have multiple personalities hidden within myself, but rather, I’m a different type of personality. You know how when you order your coffee in Starbucks, you give them your name, right? I don’t want to sound negative, but… do they often write your name correctly? Even my common name (yes I’m Czech, from the Czech Republic, and with a typical Czech name) is written wrong sometimes. I’m not talking about having a coffee in a different country — I wasn’t surprised when they wrote my name wrong in the US, UK or in Ireland — but come on… we are in the Czech Republic and they speak Czech, right?Nevertheless, I still find people in Starbucks to be super friendly. I’m pretty sure they are not always happy, and customers are not always nice, so there might be bad days as well. But I have the feeling that they choose their employees because of their great service.I usually meet strangers in Starbucks, but this time I would love to write about one girl I met at their location in the Florentinum who was not a customer, but rather an employee. This constantly smiling girl makes my day better every time I see her. Her long blond hair is like sun on a rainy day, and her smile is like a great joke that makes you laugh and want to smile back. Her wide-open eyes keep me calm when I are angry, and her voice is so nice that it gives me positive energy.She was my supporter when I was in the Florentinum for the first time. I had just come back from Ireland and was looking for a job in Prague, and I found one in a law office in the Florentinum. I went there for an interview — my first interview in three years — so I was a bit nervous. I can talk to people without knowing them, but sometimes I have a feeling there is some kind of red light around me that screams and shouts to people that they should start talking to me even though they don’t know me.I came to the Florentinum a bit early, so where else did I go? Starbucks, of course — no question! I walked in, and there were a nice couple of baristas, Míša and Tomáš. I ordered my chai tea latte with soy milk and sat down at the window. After a moment, we were talking to each other, and she noticed I was worrying and helped me to calm down. It kind of worked, but as I said, it was my first interview in three years, so I was still nervous. She was so nice and kind; she made me a shot of hot chocolate and said that chocolate calms people down. She also said this was her present for me and was wishing me good luck, that she was sure we’d see each other again, and that she knew I would get the job because I was perfect! No one is perfect, I’m sure, but it really helped me feel that way.This was enough, at the beginning. I wasn’t sure if I was calm because of the chocolate shot she made me or because of her kind words, but I felt like I could do it. I went out with my head up and with a good feeling; it was one of the best interviews I have ever been through, and the most important thing is that I got the job! Getting the job is not the point of the story; rather, it is the person I met that day, Míša: one of the Starbucks strangers and beautiful souls I’ve met so often in Prague, with her lovely personality, her kindness and her support for a stranger she’d never met before. Although she was nice to me, I’m pretty sure she would be the same to everyone she meets. Which reminds me to ask: who is YOUR Starbucks stranger?