The
cappuccino
hit differently. He didn't find himself enjoying it. Instead he was rushing through it.
Well Max knew he would drink the first fast. He needed the caffeine, a little pick me up. But he didn't expect to be so dis-satisfied by it.
He was already looking ahead to the second drink before the first was done. Then he looked down at his cup and became annoyed that there was still drink in it. This made him want to rush even more. Just chug it like it was an espresso. His friend who was now dating an Italian had told him that they called it an
espresso
because it was meant to be drunk fast by people who didn't have time to sit down.
That's what he should of ordered, MAx thought as he sat there looking down at the remainder of the cappuccino. In fact if he had it his way he would just return this to the dishes tub and just order a double shot of espresso.
And so that's what he did. It was about time he began doing what he wanted instead of what he should do. He stood up and then hand fell on his shoulders.
"Son. Are you Max Chimalsky?"
The man looked like a detective. He didn't have a police uniform on him, and he had another person behind him who also looked like a detective.
