Pete preferred milk in his coffee. Like a sort of cappuccino, but smaller. Not a flat white although he really wasn’t sure about that. There was one guy from Australia and he kept going on about how the coffee was shit up here.
Anyway, he was happy with what Keith had made him. It was a long black Keith called it but decaf.
Keith didn’t like having milk with coffee especially at night. Said it messed with him. In the morning he sometimes has it, but Pete had never seen it when he was down with the other guys. To be honest he never really saw Keith that much.
That was probably the most he’d talked to him ever. He told him a lot about his life, and Keith a little about his. But a lot by Keith’s standards he barely spoke to anyone.
Pete couldn’t sleep still, maybe it was really caffeinated or maybe it was something else. He had been wishing lately he was back in earth. Back somewhere more solid.
Anyway, he was happy with what Keith had made him. It was a long black Keith called it but decaf.
Keith didn’t like having milk with coffee especially at night. Said it messed with him. In the morning he sometimes has it, but Pete had never seen it when he was down with the other guys. To be honest he never really saw Keith that much.
That was probably the most he’d talked to him ever. He told him a lot about his life, and Keith a little about his. But a lot by Keith’s standards he barely spoke to anyone.
Pete couldn’t sleep still, maybe it was really caffeinated or maybe it was something else. He had been wishing lately he was back in earth. Back somewhere more solid.