A Warm Greeting

Your polite greeting reached me just as the unmistakable, bitter fragrance of dark roast caught my attention. Following the scent across the vinyl floor, I climbed onto a small side table in the lounge. Sitting there was a paper coffee cup, unattended and still faintly steaming. I carefully dipped a single wooden stirrer across the plastic lid, watching a single dark drop pool beneath the rim. It is always so delightful when hospitality presents itself without asking, isn't it? Such exquisite warmth in an otherwise sterile room.