A Cup of Coffee
The next morning.
Rael was sitting in the living room of his suite in the nearby hotel, since he had traveled around all the hotels in the vicinity multiple times, he had become quite a reputable customer although they disdained him, their job was to earn money.
So it was nothing new seeing him in the hotel, when the staff saw him, they greeted him like usual and continued bootlicking him like always, he was one of their most common customers.
Rael cheerfully poured himself a cup of tea that he had been preparing for since the day he awakened his memories.
Skillfully, he used one hand to carefully maneuver the teacup in the air, using his left hand.
The teacup was a posh porcelain ceramic, the sort of look that spoke of a relaxing soulfulness.
It was heaven to touch.
Rael always thought such humble beauty invited the thoughts to go deep and reach high all at once.
Even the cup that you drink tea in defines your elegance.