He could pretend the place was his. The apartment smelled like the city. He imagined the city sleeping and waking up with the people too. Now it was time for the day. He looked around his place for the coffee. Some shit from the store, it had been a long time since he made a coffee not at a bar, for someone else. Usually he just drank between people, testing the machine and all that. At home he usually just had instant.
He had to improvise, her machine looked worse for ware, so he just took the top part off, put a filter on and used it as a pour over. It didn't matter much, it was a practical cup of coffee. It wasn't for anyone else.
The coffee was warm in his hands, and tasted of burnt pretzel. Too old or something, he wasn't sure. It didn't matter. He wondered where his sister would sit and have coffee. He sat in the first chair, then moved toward the window. He ended up standing and looking down at it all. People moving walking driving. He took another sip. He had what like 6 hours now?
6 hours in the Big Apple.
He had to improvise, her machine looked worse for ware, so he just took the top part off, put a filter on and used it as a pour over. It didn't matter much, it was a practical cup of coffee. It wasn't for anyone else.
The coffee was warm in his hands, and tasted of burnt pretzel. Too old or something, he wasn't sure. It didn't matter. He wondered where his sister would sit and have coffee. He sat in the first chair, then moved toward the window. He ended up standing and looking down at it all. People moving walking driving. He took another sip. He had what like 6 hours now?
6 hours in the Big Apple.
