But there’s more; tart espresso, smoky Kenyan, muddy mocha, lukewarm instant Nescafe.
I sense other things, too; love, talk, partings, grieving, loss and regret.
‘Every coffee I’ve ever had,’ I said, ‘just the way I had them.’
‘And?’ said the barista.
‘And; the people I had the coffee with, the experiences, my feelings…’
The barista waited for me to sit down, but I said, ‘No wonder it’s quiet in here,’ and left.