A Morning Jolt [OPEN]
May 11, 2016 10:09:56 GMT -7
Post by Huma Kashani on May 11, 2016 10:09:56 GMT -7
The irony was not lost on her that, on her first full day off in 10 or so days, she found herself seated in a coffee shop.
What was it about these strange little beans that captivated so many people, Huma included? There was something about the smell of freshly roasted beans, the sound of milk steaming, the taste of a warm cup that just enthralled her. Sure, working as a barista and having to pump out drinks for pretentious wanna-be coffee snobs ordering their triple mocha whatevers definitely got annoying, but overall, she felt at home around coffee culture. Which is why she was spending her day off in a coffee shop, and didn't feel bad about it at all.
This morning she was enjoying a fantastic cafe Americano. The espresso was an Indonesian bean, the barista told her, strong and slightly floral. It was delicious. A warm croissant stuffed with ham and Gruyere cheese capped off her breakfast. She scrolled absentmindedly through her phone, sometimes checking Facebook, sometimes reading the news at CNN, but mostly just enjoying the lazy leisure of being able to waste time.
She had few things planned for her day: coffee and breakfast was currently being completed; she wanted to stop by the book store; maybe a trip to the park would be nice, if it didn't get too hot later in the afternoon. She finished her croissant slowly, savoring every bite, and then collected her things to be about her business.
Her head was still in her phone as she pushed the door of the shop open... and right into the face of someone else, someone she didn't see standing there. "I'm so sorry!" she squealed in horror. "Are you alright?"
What was it about these strange little beans that captivated so many people, Huma included? There was something about the smell of freshly roasted beans, the sound of milk steaming, the taste of a warm cup that just enthralled her. Sure, working as a barista and having to pump out drinks for pretentious wanna-be coffee snobs ordering their triple mocha whatevers definitely got annoying, but overall, she felt at home around coffee culture. Which is why she was spending her day off in a coffee shop, and didn't feel bad about it at all.
This morning she was enjoying a fantastic cafe Americano. The espresso was an Indonesian bean, the barista told her, strong and slightly floral. It was delicious. A warm croissant stuffed with ham and Gruyere cheese capped off her breakfast. She scrolled absentmindedly through her phone, sometimes checking Facebook, sometimes reading the news at CNN, but mostly just enjoying the lazy leisure of being able to waste time.
She had few things planned for her day: coffee and breakfast was currently being completed; she wanted to stop by the book store; maybe a trip to the park would be nice, if it didn't get too hot later in the afternoon. She finished her croissant slowly, savoring every bite, and then collected her things to be about her business.
Her head was still in her phone as she pushed the door of the shop open... and right into the face of someone else, someone she didn't see standing there. "I'm so sorry!" she squealed in horror. "Are you alright?"
