"I am so unbelievably glad you're finally here," I said as I sprinkled off-brand artificial sweetener into my coffee. Brooke grinned back at me though it didn't quite meet her eyes. She scrunched up her nose as she took a sip of her coffee.
She pushed it away. "That is not espresso." She groaned.
I laughed. Honestly, what did she expect from this place? Mass. Coffee was not a prevailer of fine grounds and whole bean brews. A local shop, it's only redeeming quality was that it was only a few blocks from the apartment and the coffee was always hot.
Hot, though not always tasty. When Brooke had ordered an espresso at the register, the young barista blanched and called for his manager, who made it without teaching the cashier. Someone ordering espresso here was a one off, not a skill he'd n
