Usually, Magdalena carried a thermo mug with her everywhere, full of coffee her family mailed to her every few months. She would fight to the ends of the Earth about the superiority of her mug of Yaucono goodness to most anything she could get in the States. HOWEVER, she overslept and got ready for the day in a hurry, hence her thermo-less self waiting in line at Cafe Demeter for a shot of caffeine. She hasn’t really been in this cafe since her undergrad years, if she’s being honest, and the whole place gives her a sense of deja vu.
But there is nothing more nostalgia-inducing about the cafe than the board behind the counter listing the prices. She squints her eyes, furrowing her brows and tilting her head toward the person behind her, “I swear to God, the price for average coffee just gets higher every year, huh.”
Holly startled at suddenly being spoken to when she hadn’t been expecting it but quickly recovered. What did she say exactly? Oh! Coffee, expensive. Okay, Holly can do this.
“Uh, yeah! Real expensive. Offensively expensive. You can buy three times the coffee in Taiwan.” Well three times was probably an exaggeration, but sue her for not having the exact exchange rate and going price of a coffee memorized!
