Oliver From Marketing

2 - Why do i keep drinking this coffee

I'm walking to Watford Station but it feels like I'm walking to my own execution, I know its my fault that I didn't finish the report but... there's no but, it's entirely my fault.

There's a coffee shop I stop by every morning not 5 minutes away from the station, very quiet, very hipster-ish and open from 7 so it's a great place for me to dread the idea of getting on the metropolitan before I actually need to experience hell on earth, I walk in and see the regular barista, Judit.

Judit looks lovely as per usual, I don't understand how she can get up 5 days a week, have to deal with the general public, and still put any effort into her appearance, but she is beautiful, she doesn't own the place but she's the only person I've seen work here over the past 2 years I've been coming here, I guess being in charge of the music being played in the shop is a nice perk, although I wish I didn't have to listen to the Beatles when I'm going in for my morning coffee.

"Hey Ollie" she greets me with as I approach the counter. "Hey Jude" I respond in jest. "Is that a song suggestion? Because I'll play it at the drop of a hat" she says with a smirk that looked like a child getting caught in a lie "medium black coffee please" I ask with tired eyes. "All nighter huh? You only get black after a late night, £2 by the way" she says. "Am I that predictable huh? And I didn't even finish what I stayed up for! The higher ups are gonna be on my ass for the month" I say giving her a £2 coin.

I don't particularly care for the coffee here, there's nothing special to it but talking with Judit lights up my day just like that, she's like crack... I'm presuming, I've never done it.
I take my drink and give my goodbyes to Judit, now to deal with Watford Station in rush hour.