He ended up ordering a black 

coffee

. That was what he had begun the tale with. Before all the lattes and 

cappuccino

s. It had been black coffee he started with. He liked the idea of it. Pure. Enjoyable. No complications.

That's what he needed in his life now. To remove all of the noise and clutter. To get back to what mattered. He couldn't remember the last time he drank a good black coffee. On the road he owuld get one once in awhile at a gas station or something. But for over a decade or so now he had always ordered a coffee with some sort of milk in it when at a proper cafe.

This time though he would get a straight, pure, black coffee from this cafe. They it four him. Pour over. It took over four minutes. But it was damn good. He sat down and thought about things. Felt things. Didn't go on his phone or anything. Enjoyed the drink and thought about what he would do next.