I'll Do Better #31
Addiction
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Anya’s Point Of View
For once, I was the first to arrive in the office. It was unusually peaceful given that central New York is so busy and noisy. The only noises I heard were mildly comforting, coming from downstairs where the welcoming shuffling of feet, occasional spurts of steam frothing up milk, and the faint aroma of fresh, high-quality coffee grinds enticed me into my first cup.
Emily was also downstairs, testing and interviewing a new barista for one of her Manhattan-based coffee shops.
I had every reason in the world to go downstairs, except I couldn’t. You’d think a coffee drinker might find her paradise living or working above a coffee shop, but that isn’t the case. Emily explained that what afflicted me had once likewise adversely affected her as well.