Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 13 ~

I've been sitting at the same position for what it feels like an hour now. Glancing around the Café, I hope no one in here is staring at me and thinking something along the lines of "That person is such a creep". In my defense, the mystery woman have some sort of a magnetic energy towards me. Something about her makes me want to observe her until I figure her out from afar. I feel like Joe, minus the killing, of course.

Whenever she tried to glance around to see if anyone is staring at her, I just either pretend to read the book I have or scrolling around my phone. Human person has a natural instinct that whenever they feel like someone is staring at them, they somehow turn their gaze right towards the person staring at them.

For an hour of me watching her, her table seems to be empty. Didn't she order something earlier, or perhaps she just wants to chat with her-presumably-best friend, Aileen? Then she probably decided to hang around in the Café for a moment until she needs to leave. I want to know what's her order, but that seems like I'm not going to find out anytime soon.

As soon as I realize I won't have any chance of knowing her preferred beverage in a Café, I spot Aileen carrying a glass of, what-I assume-is honey lemon tea. Is that what she ordered? I wonder to my own question as I watch Aileen walk with the honey lemon tea in hand, and she saunters towards the mystery woman's table. It's interesting to me that she ordered honey lemon tea in a Café. All I could think of a reason what she ordered honey lemon tea instead of a regular coffee is either she's on a low-sugar diet or she doesn't like coffee.

Seeing her smile once she receives her order is one way to make my soul die, apparently. Her smile really seems genuine, but for some reason I still feel like something is off with this woman. Like she's hiding some tragedy behind her cheerful demeanor. I don't blame her if that's what she's doing just to hide the tragedy because I'll perhaps do something similar, but seeing other people doing what I'm doing to my demons seems wrong. Even though she's just a stranger to me, I still have this urge to help her stop using the same coping mechanism I used to fight back the demons.

Assuming she does have some inner demons she's dealing, I'll have to admit, the way she masks it out tells me that her demons is much scarier than my own. Perhaps that's the reason why she wants to drink such sweet tea, just to drown out the bitter feeling that's emitting from her demons with sweetness. For some reason, I am not convinced that would work, it'll just make the feeling bitter-sweet. She can still feel the bitterness, but there's just a mix of sweetness into it.

Pulling my phone for a quick search, I'm wondering what does honey lemon tea really taste like. There's a possibility of me being wrong about it being so sweet that can drown out the bitter feeling of a person. Part of wants to hope that it's true because if it is true, then I'll order some for myself. A little change in my menu of beverage wouldn't hurt, especially when I just want to experiment on some new taste for my curious taste buds.

What does honey lemon tea taste like?

After scrolling for a bit, I've found an article about the difference between green tea and lemon tea. Curiosity gets the best of me once again because the idea of people differentiating these two is interesting. Scrolling down at the article, I feel like a hope of relief when I find there's a table that summarizes the difference between the two. So overall there are 6 different factors that makes them differ from one another.

First is what they are. For green tea, it's just tea with variety. I don't know what that means, but I'm guessing it's just tea that have multiple ways to be brewed. For lemon tea, it's usually just hot or cold water with a hint of lemon juice or a whole slice of lemon in the tea. I stare at the lemon tea the mystery woman have, squinting my eyes to see if there are some lemon slices in her drink. After a moment of analyzing the contents of it, I can see some lemon slices floating around her tea.