[ WP ] The new coffee shop you 've been frequenting has always seemed off to you . But you never would have guessed-

„What will it be today? “ 
 
 I smile at the young beauty on the other side of the counter. „A large Americano. “ That's part of the reason I keep coming back here. Not the large Americano per se, it's nothing special, I guess, and quite frankly, it's not that good. But the opportunity of ordering one. No „Cinnamon Dolce Latte “, no Tall / Grande / Venti bullshit. Just coffee, like in the old days. Not that I'm that old, but I digress... 
 
 I take a seat at my favourite table, the one close enough to the window to watch the people, yet far enough from it not to be seen by every bypasser casting a curious glance. I see featureless faces hurrying past – why is it, that everyone's in a hurry, nowadays, anyway? -, people going from A to B and from B to C, anxious to be there in time. 
 
 I sip at my coffee, hot and black, and as always enjoy doing nothing for a minute, before i take out my book. Call me a hipster for taking a book with me to the coffee shop and for leaving my MacBook at home. But actually that's the reason for my coming here: to be away from the computer, from the internet with its myriad of distractions. It's here, that I can focus, that I am all by myself. It's here, that I find a bit of piece in a world, that's becoming more hectic and more demanding every day. The coffee shop is my haven of piece, if you like. 
 
 What I am reading? Heh... it's funny you'd ask that. I … I think, I ca n't really tell you. But I've been asking myself that quite a lot, too, recently. Almost daily, actually. Just when I'm about to leave, I wonder about it: what did I just read? What's the name of the protagonist again, what is the book about? Hell, what's the name of the book, at least? Strangely enough, I ca n't seem to recall any of these... Anyway, I come here to not be distracted. Right? I come here for the large Americano, for the young beauty on the other side of the counter, who never seems to be too busy for some small-talk, who's never stressed. 
 
 Something's different today, though. Stepping onto the street, I have to cover my eyes, while I still try to recollect the name of the protagonist. The sun's so bright today, I ca n't see anything. 
 
 „He's waking up again “. I hear a male voice. 
 
 „Well, up the dose, then. He's not quite ready yet, is he? “ 
 
 Everything becomes dark around me. And then, I hear the voice again, asking friendly and without hurry: 
 
 „What will it be today? “ 
 
 
 * [ First submission. Thank you for the prompt and sorry for any mistakes, English is n't my first language. ] *
