"There you go," Allen said with a bright smile, serving us our drinks.
I picked up the cup of coffee and, bringing it close to my mouth, I smelled its aroma. It felt refreshing to say the least. It was much more powerful and strong than any coffee I'd drunk before.
With just its smell I was able to feel the effort that had been put into making it perfect—and I'm not just throwing around that word randomly, it really was perfect. It seemed impossible to make coffee that was better than this in any shape or form.
I know this sounds cringe, but I wasn't exaggerating at all. It was something that you'd only understand if you experienced it yourself.
Bringing the cup close to my mouth, I pressed it gently against my lips. The next moment, a warm liquid rich in flavour passed through my lips and into my mouth. For a second I felt like I was in euphoria.
