General musings

Flat white

The last drop of flat white clung to the plastic lip, a tiny morsel hanging on amidst the ring of bright purple lipstick.

She toyed with the idea of licking it off. But looking around her tutorial room, she decided against it.

It remained a taunting reminder of that warmly sated, full-bellied feeling, a mere suggestion of the caffeine hit that had been.

She doubted if any other glanced at the empty cup, they would see what she saw.

The paper cup may be merely empty, within nothing more to deliver.

But she saw a vessel of sustenance, a milky morning starter, a springboard for thought.

And a foot in the door with the attractive barista.

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