He ordered before leaving the cafe a double espresso. It was about 3pm and sunny. It was crisp and bright.
"Do you want it in a to go mug?"
"No, no I'll just drink it here."
The barista put it in a big cup, didn't have one for an espresso. Howard had heard of espressos from Ashleigh. She had been to Italy, or Sicily on a study abroad, something about art.
"Its great, like if you just want a coffee you go to the bar get an espresso drink it and go."
"You pay for it though?"
"Of course you do." She said that night and hit his arm.
So now he was trying it.
The first taste was bad, but he held back a face for the barista. Then went and put some sugar in it.
The sugar didn't melt all the way, so it felt like sweet pieces of sand while he walked out the door.
He waved to the barista, and he just nodded.
A few minutes later, he was buzzing, he didn't realize he was walking so fast. He was sweating, and he was thirsty now. He imagined this is what Italians felt like all the time. It was hot he imagined, they'd be thirsty.
"Do you want it in a to go mug?"
"No, no I'll just drink it here."
The barista put it in a big cup, didn't have one for an espresso. Howard had heard of espressos from Ashleigh. She had been to Italy, or Sicily on a study abroad, something about art.
"Its great, like if you just want a coffee you go to the bar get an espresso drink it and go."
"You pay for it though?"
"Of course you do." She said that night and hit his arm.
So now he was trying it.
The first taste was bad, but he held back a face for the barista. Then went and put some sugar in it.
The sugar didn't melt all the way, so it felt like sweet pieces of sand while he walked out the door.
He waved to the barista, and he just nodded.
A few minutes later, he was buzzing, he didn't realize he was walking so fast. He was sweating, and he was thirsty now. He imagined this is what Italians felt like all the time. It was hot he imagined, they'd be thirsty.
