.iced coffee espresso double shot }
Just by the outskirts of town sits a dainty little café with its menu written in chalk on a blackboard standing by its door. It's a pretty neat place with an average flow of customers, ranging from the fast-paced workers who swig an espresso triple shot before briskly walking off, to the delicate females dressed in white summer dresses who sip at their caramel frappuccinos languidly. At four in the afternoon sharp on weekends, Jongwoon knocks off from his shift, orders a cup of freshly brewed coffee, sits at the corner table and diligently does his homework. It unnerves him and lets the breath, that's been hitched in his throat throughout the busy days he's spent in college, leave slowly from his lips. It's something about the coffee, Jongwoon thinks as his lips meet the rim of the white ceramic cup. It's a twisted, addictive form of bittersweet — after succumbing to the honey-like flavour it dissapates, and all that's left is the bitterness of it all.
( jongwoon's coffeeCollapse )