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Interlude| The drink that drove the nation crazy

Everything was as usual.

The beautiful establishment was made in pastel shades with the presence of dark brown. Miniature frames with photographs and works of more or less well-known authors from social networks dotted the walls with beautiful mosaics. Flowering plants are located on the windowsills of high windows. Thin curtains could help you hide from the sun's rays during the daytime.

Pale garlands stretched between dark thin wooden columns. The table was made in the color of these very columns. Dark brown and covered with white or faded green and blue tablecloths.

So why was the employee of this establishment so nervous?

The reason for this was a man who was sitting at one of the corner tables. More precisely, there were two of them, but most of all the worker was worried about the eldest of them.
Sighing heavily, the worker continued to wipe the snow-white cups and glasses for the umpteenth time.

"Looks interesting," - after a long silence said a man whose face was more perfect than any actor. His golden eyes scanned the large glass in front of him. It wasn't just him, though. There were others, as well as cups. They were all filled with different types of the same drink.

The child calmly watched the man over his glass. The warm and sweet drink delighted his rejuvenated taste buds. Although the boy was already afraid that he had burned them all with that amount of sour tea and lemonade. The legs under the table swayed slightly. Childish, but who will condemn him? He is the child.

When the golden-haired man finally chose and offered a white mug with the most common type of drink on display, the boy narrowed his eyes. The counter worker's heart stopped as he continued to rub the dishes.

The bitter drink was hot and bright, unlike the room around it, rich. The taste filled the man's mouth like a wave at the first sip. He waited a little before swallowing, tasting. The mug sank into the saucer with a contented, quiet clinking.

"Acceptable" - it seemed that somewhere in the room one worker caught a heart attack. - "What, once again, is this drink called?"

The reddish-brown eyes of the child opposite sparkled with amusement. The man waited for him to drink. There was a bit of whipped milk foam left on the child's face. With a less quiet thud, the glass was placed on a napkin laid out on the table.

"Coffee."

"I'll remember," - the blond reached out for the next version of the drink.

"I'm afraid even you will feel bad from this amount of caffeine if you are going to drink it all at once," - notes of anxiety slipped in a semi-joking manner.

However, the adult's hand changed trajectory and, snatching out a napkin with an elegant movement, wiped the remnants of the drink from the child's face. - "Who said I'm going to drink them all right now?"

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Part note:
I just wanted to dilute the gloom and heaviness of the past chapters (and future ones) with a short sketch about Eruhaben, who fell in love with coffee.

|That might be some explanation for this little newfound Dragon trait, if it ever resurfaces further in history. But that doesn't really matter to the story as a whole.|

(The history of coffee culture in Korea was interesting when I read about it while writing this Interlude)
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