A Cup of Coffee

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This is a story of how people's lives can be strangely intertwined and how having impressions on people can negatively affect our chance of building more bridges between one another.

Submitted: October 18, 2017

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Submitted: October 18, 2017



A Cup of Coffee



People are stupid.

Everyone’s in their own bubble thinking that they’re the only important creature in this universe.

They don’t even care about the people they see almost daily.


The chimes tinkle as Angela enters the café and hurries towards the bar. She tosses her bag at the counter. Dina, the waitress with an earlier shift, taps her foot and waits as she puts on her apron. After putting her nametag on and fixing the wisps of her hair, Dina finally gives her a notepad and a pencil with a sigh. Angela glanced at the corner of the café and saw a girl staring at her. The girl rolled her eyes and went back to sketching.


There are a lot of mainstream cafés in the vicinity but there are two customers who always go back to this small café at the ground floor of an apartment building. The place has a rustic theme and the geometric designs of the lights and little potted plants give it an artsy feel. There’s a couple of tables for two people, a table for four near the counter, a bookshelf with three tiers which amazingly has a good selection of books, and bean bag chair near the bar which nobody really uses.


“Take her order. She hasn’t ordered again since she came in.” Dina said to Angela before smiling at the girl at the corner and going out the door. The chimes tinkled again, softer this time.


“Can I take your order pl---” Angela said, tapping the pencil to her notepad.


“No. I’m still working on my coffee,” the girl answered, still working on her watercolor wash.


Angela shifted her weight and said, “Okay. I’ll be at the counter.” She rolled her eyes and went back to the bar.


Yeah, you are. Why are people so inconsiderate? She’s 15 minutes late and it’s obvious that Dina’s getting impatient with her. I hope she confronts her one of these days. She’s so nice. It’s not fair that she has to work overtime because of this woman’s tardiness. She added some details in her urban sketch and takes a photo of it with her coffee and cinnamon bun.


Angela's phone rang. She got her phone to read the text message.


“Are you getting along with the girl? – Dina”


“I wish. Are we even talking of the same girl?” Angela replied.


“She’s really nice to me, though. She always orders with a smile and a ‘thank you’.”


“Maybe she reaches her quota for niceties after 2 pm.”


“Take it easy. I’ll see you after your shift. ????”


Angela puts her phone down as another customer enters. She needs not to look over the counter to see who it is. The ‘just showered smell’ and the thump of his bag on the table give him away. He always occupies the table for four people.


Might as well…Angela went to the table to get his order…his books and laptop take up all the space.


“Can I get your order?”


“Uhm, yes.” He managed to say while searching for his phone.


“And what would that be?” Angela said.


“Wait…” He answered the call. “Yes, Doc? Yes I already submitted all the histories before leaving the hospital… They’re at the..”


Angela went back to the counter. Does he really have to ALWAYS take a call before ordering? Like he’s some important person in the hospital. He’s not even a doctor yet!


Andrew stood up and went to the counter. He covered the phone’s microphone for a second and mouthed – espresso – to Angela. While Andrea’s filling the aeropress with the coffee grounds, the girl at the corner raised her hand.


“Are you ready to order now?”


“Café latte and tell that customer to keep it down.” She glared at Angela and gestured to the other customer.


I’ve had enough. “I’m sorry. I’m kind of getting sick of this whole charade. Do we have a problem?”


“No! I’m just getting distracted with all his phone calls.”


“I am too but you could’ve asked me nicely.”


“Well, the waitress before your shift could’ve asked you nicely several times so you’d come on time but that doesn’t seem to work for you.” She smiled dryly.


Angela leaned on the table and looked down at her. “Well, I think MY SISTER won’t mind me taking extra time for myself after my cleaning job especially since last month after, my son, her nephew, died.”


The girl looked up at her, eyes widened and mouth opened as her words are stuck in her throat. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. That you are sisters. Your son died?


“Your latte is coming right up.” She went to the other table. “Please keep it do---” The man raised his palm gesturing for her to stop talking.


She slammed the notepad to his table. “I’m sorry but you’re speaking too loudly. If you want to take that phone call, why don’t you go outside!”


Andrew’s jaws stiffened. He took his bag and laptop and went out of the café. Andrea took her pad and went back to the counter. Someone's calling her.


“Hello, Dina?”


“Guess who I ran into today. The med student I was talking to you about! You know, the one who always looks after John right before I arrive at the hospital. He said he’s always scared to be left alone after you leave and so this med student stays for a few minutes beside him until I arrive. He’s so kind!”




“He said he’s going to the coffee shop but he’s on the phone so I didn’t get to tell him that you work there. Is he there already? If he is, take care of him and tell him you’re John’s mom.”


She went back to making the two coffees.


The girl got up and went to the bar, “Uhm, Miss Angela, I’ll just take my coffee to go, please. Thank you.”










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