Gelato or Coffee, I choose home.

First story.

Gelato is not my thing. I just enjoy whom I sit next to when sipping this creamy ice. I didn’t know when it started, but it has just started. This gelato stole my attention. But as for many, attention doesn’t last long. It took dollars to know how much attention does gelato stole from me. After all, gelato is not my thing.

Second story.

It was at local coffeeshop, Friday night, 8pm, urban city. Workload was shit. When it comes to coffee, I am all about espresso guy. But at that time, something was flirting me. It took a while till I realized the queue was a long line behind. After all, I got the espresso as companion.

Next Friday night, local coffeeshop greeted me. I had espresso. Friday wrapped. Then so be it to the 2 fortnights ahead. Until one Friday night, ice coffee milk had something more than met the eye.

It was brown white, small sized. It was sweet, too sweet actually. Yet my mouth took it as a compliment. At that night, I didn’t find the word to describe this flat coffee (compare to espresso). Next day, out of nowhere, I realized that, this flat coffee was dope. I loved it. I couldn’t wait to go to the local coffeeshop to order it.

Sunday night, I went to the coffeeshop and asked for the ice coffee milk. Guess what? It is just sold out. The last cup was taken by the man who sit by the window, scrolled his iphone, ignored his girl. After all, I ordered espresso. The home.

Whether it is gelato or coffee, I choose home.