I love coffee.
The only reason I can get through my busy days is because of... coffee. Who even invented coffee? I mean it's really just a bunch of ground up beans, caffeine, and milk.
I opened the door to Starbucks immediately being hit by a refreshing blast of air conditioner. I walked up to the counter and ordered my usual latte. Pumpkin Spice. I know, call me a typical white girl!
As I thanked the cashier I walked back to my seat and examined my cup. Cristinia. Ah, what would life be if the Starbucks employees actually spelt your name right. My actual name was Christine, but everybody just calls me Chris.
I was still wondering who actually invented coffee so I took out my Samsung Galaxy S4 and googled it. Yes! I am an android user!
There is a popular Ethiopian legend wherein coffee is discovered by a goat herder named Kaldi, who found his goats frolicking and full of energy after eating the red berries of the coffee shrub. Kaldi tried the berries for himself and had a similar reaction. Wow. That's a lot weirder then I thought it would be. Now I guess I'll have something to talk about next time I'm drinking coffee with someone...
Well now I am practically sucking air through a straw with a few drops of latte so I guess it's time to head to my job...
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Authors note:
I'm sorry this chapter really stinks I wrote it before I knew what the story was going to be about and I was just trying out wattpad. Please stick with it, it gets WAY better! I swear!
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