The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Drunk

Thea

I bolted down the street as soon as I saw our apartment, Mel screaming at the top her lungs for me to stop but I'm one second away from finally reaching my husband and I don't want to stop, I wiped out the apartment key and waited near the elevators. 

I casually looked up to see where the elevator was and my heart stopped, a ringing sensation went through my body as my lips quivered. 

It's on floor thirty!

Who has time to wait for that? Not me so I made a dash for the stairs. I could hear Mel sighing at my childish behaviour but my tea awaits so I need to do what I have to do. 

Desperate times call for desperate measures, it fits perfectly for this occasion. With that thought, I had already made it to...

FLOOR TWO!

Are you joking? It felt like I've been running for years, I decided to go to the lift and wait for it. I had made it to the waiting area and was waiting and it came after few seconds. 

Wow, that was quick - I had stepped foot into the mirrored lifts and looked up to see Mel's smug face. I glared at her from the corner of my eye as I looked the opposite way. We stood on the lift next to each, squished against the mirrors as more and more people got on. 

Ding! Floor twenty-one. The automated voice from the loudspeaker said making me perk up instantly. 

Mel shook her head at me, laughing at my obsession for milk tea and trailed behind me as I speed-walked to our apartment, keys ready in position and opened it. I dropped my backpack on the floor near the shoe closet and ran to the kitchen, heating up the milk on the stove I finally let out a sigh of relief, my gleeful face reflecting my inner thoughts about my tea that I would be able to drink in a few seconds. 

I had shrugged off my oversized cardigan and laid it on the kitchen stool, banging the pots while humming along to a random song that had been stuck in my head for the past few days, I had gotten ready the hot water, cups and the right amount of brown sugar waiting for the milk pan to let out a whistle to show that the milk is hot enough to make a delicious concoction for me. 

Within few minutes I had prepared a jug of milk tea for me and a small cup of tea for Mel, knowing she wouldn't drink that much and would only criticise me for making her a horrible cup of coffee, her words not mine. 

I jumped onto the couch, I sunk into the couch - the cotton pillows surrounding me creating a safety zone. 

I bought the cup of tea to my lips, my nostrils glad to have smelt something so magnificent made by yours truly. I sipped it slightly and I had already gone to cloud nine and back a billion times, I swayed slightly as the hot liquid travelled down my food pipe - leaving a trail of milk tea down her digestive system making me incredibly happy. 

"Wow, you look drunk - and to think no alcohol would make you this drunk," Mel had been mumbling in the background but I was more focused on my baby, my milk tea.