He ground the beans by hand. He liked especially doing it fresh. In contrast to his old dorm room. The all guys floor, most people just drank red bull warm in the morning instead of coffee. He was probably the first person to really like coffee on the floor. He'd get it at the cafeteria and his roommates made fun of him. Like he was showing off.
Now it was part of his routine.
Before he woke up to someone else in the room. He remembers the first few nights, this stranger, a guy he'd never met and then all of them living on a floor. His floor was at least mixed, but he thought it was so weird. The first night he didn't go to bathroom because he didn't want to climb down from the bunkbed to the toilet. Risk waking someone up.
He chuckled now that him and her were the same way. He in the had to use the down stairs bathroom. That was the only sound that would wake her. One of the only rules.
The coffee he made her was a pour over. Slow and steady. He preferred the moka pot, so he'd always have one on the stove.
Now it was part of his routine.
Before he woke up to someone else in the room. He remembers the first few nights, this stranger, a guy he'd never met and then all of them living on a floor. His floor was at least mixed, but he thought it was so weird. The first night he didn't go to bathroom because he didn't want to climb down from the bunkbed to the toilet. Risk waking someone up.
He chuckled now that him and her were the same way. He in the had to use the down stairs bathroom. That was the only sound that would wake her. One of the only rules.
The coffee he made her was a pour over. Slow and steady. He preferred the moka pot, so he'd always have one on the stove.
