Brunch at Fashion Island

A lifestyle dispatch from Mochi & Boba

🐾 Boba:

Okay but tell me why the waiter brought out sparkling water and still water. Like we’re celebrities.

🍡 Mochi:

We are celebrities. In this plaza at least.

🐾 Boba:

Honestly, Fashion Island gets it. Shady umbrellas, iced bowls, that little koi pond that makes me feel serene and judgmental at the same time.

🍡 Mochi:

You literally tried to lunge at the koi.

🐾 Boba:

They looked suspicious. Anyway—did you see who showed up halfway through brunch?

🍡 Mochi:

Goldie.

🐾 Boba:

Of course it was Goldie.

🍡 Mochi:

Pink stroller, rhinestone collar, dramatic entrance. Like nothing happened. Like she didn’t just disappear for three days and reemerge without a bow.

🐾 Boba:

And then she made flirty eye contact with Barkley for like… fifteen seconds too long.

🍡 Mochi:

It was not subtle. She blinked slowly and tilted her head. That’s basically a love confession.

🐾 Boba:

Barkley was eating it up. He adjusted his sunglasses and did that fake laugh thing like anyone even said anything funny.

🍡 Mochi:

He laughed at his own silence. Iconic. Embarrassing. Both.

🐾 Boba:

Honestly, the only one who didn’t act like a weirdo was Sadie.

🍡 Mochi:

She ignored us completely.

🐾 Boba:

Which was rude.

🍡 Mochi:

But somehow made me respect her.

🐾 Boba:

Until she tripped over the umbrella stand and pretended it didn’t happen.

🍡 Mochi:

Queen behavior. Deny everything.

🐾 Boba:

So overall—solid brunch. No meltdowns. Some suspicious chemistry. Just enough awkward energy to keep us entertained.

🍡 Mochi:

Let’s come back next week and see who’s still making eye contact with Barkley.

🐾 Boba:

My money’s on the koi.

Until next time,

Mochi & Boba 🐾✨

Spilling tea. Serving looks. Sharing the sidewalk.