Thoughts in Written

1. Expressing love to an Espresso.

I sat in my office thinking of whether or not I should get up and make myself the sixth cup of coffee from the staffs room.

I stretched my body a bit further and peeped into my boss's' office. He seemed to be pretty busy, gazing intently at H.E.A Constructions papers that I had delivered 20 minutes ago.

How did I know that? I was his secretary.

I peered into his office again. He seemed pretty occupied with his work.

Again reconsidering the fact that getting up for the fifth time may inflict annoyance, I sank back into my seat. But that itch in my throat craved for strong, enriching coffee. 

He never minds what I do, so why today?

I knew that my hot headed boss had a soft spot for me. Six months ago I would not have said the same thing but lately we had been spending a lot of time together, regarding business and that too in many many prospects. If there was an event of any sort regarding the C.E.O of Rosendale Incorporated to be involved, I had accompanied him. Before it was frustrating being even two feet close to him but as time progressed work related events became less pressure and more leisure. Eric Rosendale and I had become quite more than just work mates. We had become acquaintances enjoying each others acquaintance.

Sometimes I had caught his brown eyes staring at me, a stare that was not the threatening one that he gave all his other employees. Sometimes his eyes shone with sincerity for me that I had not seen him convey for any other staff.

Or girl... But whatever.

He had knowledge of the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed the company of my old friend, coffee, but never did I tell him that I was obsessed with it.

Not being able to subdue the temptation, I got up and scurried towards the staffs room that was only a few meters away. It was already 11:20.

Only five minutes. I told myself.

I looked at the La Marzocco FB/80 Commercial Auto Volumetric Espresso machine that stood in front of me with awe.

What a beaut.

I stared it for a moment and realized that yes, I was a freak.

What was I in the mood for today? Brazilian? Or something Cuban?

What about Brazilian, medium roasted beans brewed for a strong, black coffee?

Perfect.

As I held my cat illustrated cup filled with coffee into my hands, I realized that I was in love with it.

The strong aroma crept into my nostrils and gave me feelings that I could not describe. 

Orgasmic, was the word.

I held onto the cup and inhaled the good shit. Unfortunately, I had no bad shit to exhale but since exhaling was an important bodily function, I had to let it out.

I sighed and sipped at the delicious liquid.

"I'm a nutcase," I whispered to myself.

I remembered my friend taking me to a support group last week.And do you know what that groups name was?

Pride for Pans.

At first I was taken that my love for coffee and that too in mugs with kittens on it, might not have hated the fact to drink out of a pan. Unfortunately, I was introduced to a group of pansexuals who were there to profess love towards their books, TV's and cucumbers, bla bla bla...