She was running late, so she rushed inside, only to realize she had left her specialty sugared coffee in the car. She needed it this morning, but upon entering the office she was immediately bombarded with tasks, questions, and phone calls. So she put her purse in it's special hiding place (the third filing cabinet drawer), hung her keys on the random screw in the wall that had no other purpose, and settled into her chair. She spun around to her desk (aka her stacks of papers, her un-read e-mails, the phone list, etc.) The next time she looked at the clock it was damn near 11:30am, morning was almost over, but she had time to retrieve her coffee so she did. It was cooled, but sugared coffee never tasted bad. She swished the contents around by moving the cup in a circular motion with her hand. The sweetness was welcome. Not only would she be energized, but she could trick her body into not needing lunch for a few more hours. She didn't have an eating disorder, she had a "lack of motivation to make lunch for work" disorder; so maybe saving the coffee was a good idea. The mix of coffee, caramel, and chocolate was perfect and she forgot about the dollars she had handed across the barista that morning.
She knew how overpriced her favorite coffee drink was, but on mornings like this, she couldn’t resist. Besides she loved the feeling inside coffee shops. Homey, warm, like you could easily fall into a good book, or into a conversation with a stranger, or fall in love.
She thought she had fallen in love when she was in a coffee shop once. Back before life made her grow up a bit; when sneaking off to a coffee shop to meet someone was the highlight of her week (or her month). On mornings like this, she couldn’t resist going into coffee shops to feel that way again.
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