The Late Night Coffee Drinkers

The Emotional Brawl: Arousal of Feelings

"I just had an emotional brawl with our Russian neighbours. I was being friendly to them, just like a typical neighbour. One of them is just lovely, she's a doula part time midwife who is only nice to get clients. Her friend though, the pretty one is silent but at least she's quiet" stirring her latte vigorously after dropping two small chunks of chocolate while standing up feeling restless.

The evening had just begun, John and Francesca had just consumed an eighth of their 'white chocolate mocha'. They interchange their drinks for a customer cannot drink latte, soy latte and Americano forever... even when their usual has more comfort to bring.

"Good, we were just talking about your article" John showed her a copy of the newspaper, even when she knew nothing about the publication. "Son of a bitch" placing her left hand on her hips and holding her cup of soy latte on her right hand before she can even sit.

"Relax" John is most calm of them three. "I didn't hear from the paper after pitching two articles. I'm a shit writer. I know nothing about what you're reading" she finally sat down. Francesca took the paper from John, "look".

When events like this happen, it's either a miracle or a big miracle. "What the fuck, don't read it" Millie begged them, John stood up and bought a box soy milk and gave it to her "skip the caffeine".

"Thanks" trying to calm down.

'The taciturn of global politics, is widely felt in the growing tensions of South China Sea with China challenging the political and economic influence of America in the region. A divide and conquer - tried and tested tactic is felt in the regional southeast Asia...' Francesca read it audibly on front page.

Millie is started tearing upon listening to her written words. "This is beyond impossible, I haven't published articles in a long time. I'm a shit writer". John extended his arms and reached to her "you do realise that you're on front page". Millie still in awe "I'm so over the edge". Francesca added another support hand on her without words just gesture.

"The Russian doula invited me to a full moon yoga, with either pregnant women or mothers. They started questioning me why I'm thirty not married and no kids. They're like just get a partner. I fought for myself. I told them "I don't need a man to make me happy and I don't need a child to make me happy... I make me happy. I am not the kind of woman who leaves the boardroom unhappy and on the losing side. I am the kind of woman who makes sure I leave the board room happy and victorious". I feel bad because I am not that mean, I feel bad for storming off but I also have to fight for myself and not giving in just for the sake of giving in".

John took a sip of soy latte, Francesca was speechless and applauded her. "You have the right to fight for yourself. It is you, your love for your life, and your principles" it made an impact to Millie, the boldness of the transsexuals go through fighting for what they believe in therefore Fran's words made great encouragement.

"Besides these women are not used to being with women like you. You're paid to have strong opinions, to voice criticisms and to push for your beliefs" John gave his affirming words.

"Thank you ladies, may I have my coffee now please. I want to capitalise my emotions for a script", her friends' words can be far more potent than triple espresso and no foam.

"If you're were not able to piss them off then I would already believe you're a shitty writer", Francesca stood up to buy her a new cup of soy latte as John already consumed her coffee.

A couple who are expats, entered their usual cafe that caught John and Millie's attention - the couple in the other building. They looked loved up, like a prince charming and a virgin he popped. The two solo flight expats feeling the need, of intimacy or just the novelty of a new relationship. Having someone to look at them like Disney princesses, and not frustrated professionals whom people assume to be living it large behind the glass facade of a skyscraper.

"What are you looking at" Francesca sat and gave the coffee to Millie. "That's our neighbour, even in public they're so loved up" John trying his best to hide his envy. "They live in the apartment next to our building. Older apartment, a bit on the low end" Millie morphing with caffeine.

"They're our free porn" the camaraderie and cadence is comparable to nationalistic patriots reciting national oaths, when they declared in chorus.

"So much love, so much heat... ugh, I want to get married" Millie's eyes kept looking at her. "What does she have that I don't have?"

"Apparently a hot French man" John heard them speaking French.

"Can you not envy them" Francesca gave them the heads up. "You both live in an enviable apartment. You made front page, and you an acting CFO" she took her frustration on John's chocolate chip cookie. "Who am I kidding... I'm a hypocrite, I've always wanted to try a Frenchman".

"Oh fuck she has huge pores, and cellulite on the thighs and she's only twenty something" Francesca loudly said. John gave her the hush look, "we speak English they're French like they'll understand" Millie said.

"I want a piece of his croissant, turning that to pain au chocolat and eating of that chocolate" John couldn't help it.

The Frenchman sat beside them waiting for his girlfriend and had a full view of his face.

"Oh my god" John was in awe. "What do you call a person who's only good looking from afar but not close up" he woke up to reality.

"Or a person who's only good looking on the back but not in front" Millie's turn to see the truth.

"We are so watching porn again" John placed his head on Millie's shoulder out of frustration.

"I suddenly appreciated the annoying porn I watched the other night. A man was wearing a mask while fucking and filming" Francesca confessed.

"Why did you watch it" Millie became curious.

"I was feeling tired, and my eyes were already closing but I still don't want to sleep. I just chose the first porn suggestion, rather than fall asleep without cumming. I used to be able to stay awake all night back then... I fought hard not to sleep".

Sophie laughing at frustration "I used to say it's always it's always the gay who are handsome. Now it's always the men handsome only from behind".

They laughed at the reality that a cup of coffee doesn't stay hot forever, even iced coffee doesn't stay cold forever. And that a cup of coffee isn't always the cure to whatever frustrations one has in mind and in life.