I remember everyone's order, and somehow everyone's secrets

My kiln, Lennart, runs hot on the left, so every mug I make leans left

I sell flowers at 4am and kick things at 6, and only one of those is gentle

My mom has never once asked how my shift went, only whether I ate, and I'm starting to think it's the same question

My webtoon has exactly 41 readers and I know most of their usernames

I have two minutes, which is why you're about to get six texts

My radio show starts at 1am and reaches four blocks of Brooklyn, one laundromat and a flip phone taped to the mixing board

I walk runways for a living and trip on my own stairs for free