A Cup of Coffee
Back when I was working in a site-based company, my friends and I would have breakfast and then coffee after our shift. We work the graveyard shift and as a reward especially when we get our paychecks, we rush to the nearest fast food offering breakfast.
Once finished, we never let the opportunity pass to have our favorite coffee. Caramel frappucino for me and some hot coffee for my friends. This has come to be like a comfort food for me. I know it’s cold but still it has coffee and that’s enough for me. I only drink hot coffee at home, the one that I prepare.
The coffee at the coffee shop we frequent is expensive. Its price is even enough to buy two value meals but we buy it anyway. It has become a status symbol. One instantly becomes “cool” when spotted drinking coffee at the said joint. People spend hours and hours making sure to sip slowly on their coffee just so they have a reason to stay longer. Well, it really is a good place to stay because of the ambiance. I while there, I notice students making their reports or some professionals having their meeting.
Whatever type of coffee I drink, it satisfies me. It reminds me of a cold, rainy day where a good cup of coffee is the perfect companion.