So I was grabbing my usual oat milk latte at that corner café yesterday – you know the one with the aggressively minimalist decor and the barista who always remembers your order? – and I couldn’t help but notice this shift. It wasn’t a loud, runway-declared thing. More like a quiet consensus everyone suddenly reached. The girl in line ahead of me, the guy typing furiously on his laptop, even my friend who met me there. Their outfits all had this… spreadsheet energy. Clean lines, intentional blocks of color, nothing fussy. It felt calculated but in the best way, like a perfectly balanced formula. It got me thinking about my…