coffee
" pay for coffee with my own money.
I handed her the money that I was using to pay for my coffee in other different places but she looked at me as if I was crazy."Where are you from? Don't you know coffee costs more than this?" she asked.
No, she did not say that. How expensive? " add more money." she demanded.
I wanted to protest. How could the money she was asking for, was that I could buy four more coffee if I had gone to another place? What was so different with their coffee?
In the end, after not protesting like I had planned to, I paid and then left but I was furious. I hated Roy for this. I didn't have money to waste here buying overpriced coffee.
I brought the coffee to him but when he took a sip, he spit it out immediately. How dramatic? I wanted to roll my eyes. What could be wrong with such an expensive coffee?
"I can't feel the cinnamon flavour," he uttered and I frowned. I didn't care if he was going to deduct his stupid points because I frowned. Cinnamon? Alex liked cinnamon too. In fact, like was an understatement, she loved cinnamon. I had to get cinnamon from the store yesterday after work so that today she could have a normal breakfast, cinnamon-flavoured pancakes. How similar were Roy and Alex?
"Zoey..?" Roy called and I looked at him. I had zoned out.
"I'm sorry."I said clearing my voice." You did not mention anything