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While it was a very regular thing to do first thing in the morning for most people, John usually took his daily coffee runs rather seriously. Theyâd been a crucial part of his routine for a long time now, apart from the torturous two weeks in which heâd tried to cut down his caffeine intake - without success. Third Culture Coffee had therefore by far become his favorite go-to spot and John was happy to have found such a comfortable and aesthetically pleasing place to spend some time in. Thankfully, it wasnât as frequented when he arrived, but he was also in no rush. Scanning over the menu, the man wondered if maybe just maybe he should be a little more adventurous with his order for once, considering that he usually stuck to his regular one. âYou can go right ahead and order if youâd like, donât worry about cutting me. I think I need another minute - or twoâŠ,â he told the person nearby before he trailed off. âOkay, maybe three,â he joked with a bright grin resting on his features.
Morning. Death. Same thing. Would she rather be snuggled in a fluffy, white duvet without pants? Hell yeah. But alas, here she was and just steps away from the sweet, sweet nectar that provided her with a jolt similar to that of crack. âOh, thank god.â She said, moving past the man toward the counter. She ordered, secure in her decision of an extra shot of espresso in her drink which sheâd regret later. Turning back to him, she narrowed eyes and pushed her nest of hair out of her face. âSorry, dude. Didnât mean to sound like a bitch. Iâm just like... not alive today.â














