NYC, April 1990
Benjamin Reed POV
It was another busy day in New York. I already lined up for almost 30 min just to get a cup of coffee. “Olive Ave Coffee Shop” undeniably brewed the best coffee in town. As I waited for my turns, I saw an old man shouting angrily at the woman in the cashier.
“ This is not what I’ve ordered! I want a r****d!” He slammed the paper cup harshly at the cashier table. What caught my attention was the woman didn’t seem to quail by the old man’s words. She puts both of her hands in her waist, then looked back at him with a challenging look.
“With all due respect, sir. You ordered a double-shot espresso. If it’s too bitter for your tastebud, maybe you can try ordering Latte next time.” The old man looked like he had no intention of giving up. “Let me t
