Can I have a cup of your brew?
Not really a typical question that you would ask of someone you just met. Yet, in other ways, it serves more than a clichéd pickup line.
Behind that question, the assumption that coffee is a shared love between the two; the flirtatious cadence of the last two vowels, as if “brew” could somehow be made sexy. The playfulness (or might it be nervousness?) in the eyes as you end your sentence with a lilt. The tension in the answer: if no, this friendship could end. If yes, does it entail going home together? Bringing you to the sanctuary of my abode? Where, amidst chatting about the subtle differences in coffee beans, one thing could lead to another. So many things could happen over a cup of coffee.









