The Late Night Coffee Drinkers

The Near End

John and Millie share the same taste of music - the sound of their youth, the melodic noise of the past. It soothing effect makes it the best cure for ageing just don't look at the mirror.

"Fly Away" by Lenny Kravitz, played along with a cup of milk tea Francesca gave them from Singapore.

'I remember Lenny Kravitz was my childhood in the nineties' remembering fondly, the days when every thing seemed so easy... you go to school, to university, to office and to sleep. None ever said, life is about living over the edge or life is living in a closet for the fear judgmental people. Remembering, all she wanted was to keep on going for being a minority as a child in a homogeneous society.

'I was at university then, taking note I'm fifteen years ahead by number' John's hardship was about his insecurity on his penis. The hot former cheerleader in his high school turned PE teacher dumped him before making shit loads of excuses not to sleep with him because of his cock.

'Sometimes it's hard to believe that we had gone this far' John's way of saying, that he is happy to be free from the closet. Not fearing what anyone thinks. Millie is the same, she had accepted that not will agree with what she says, her opinions and her reportage and had accepted that winning is not about the assurance of winning but being able to accept the existence of your opposition.

But for today, they fear of paying high electric bill. John shoot a text to Francesca, to meet St their usual. Hurriedly drinking their iced milk tea, turning off the air-con, putting their shoes on and leaving the loft apartment with a panoramic view.

Francesca's support for her friends who didn't see her as a sex worker or a transsexual is beyond. 'You have so many downloads' she showed the proof to sceptical Millie. Smiling, without these two, a change of a milieu this may not happen. True giving need not boasting, unknowingly for Millie that Francesca publicised her.

'Thank you' Millie hugged her, knowingly that time is running out.

'What's new for us' John is headed temporarily to Hong Kong and Sydney before returning to Canada.

'You know what scares me about fame, is that the book contents are almost always interesting up until you reach the about the fucking author page.' Millie gave in to Americano with heavy cream. Sometimes the changes, the metamorphosis people go through is reflected to their new go-to drink.

'So gross Millie, you have a photo more boring than your LinkedIn profile that summarises "studied screenwriting and journalism"' her best friend John mocking her, used to it day and night.

'It's so boring to be a human, maybe I'll change the about the author game' waiting for her friends' opinions, finally willing to listen. 'Please go on' Francesca has her full support, even John's.

'About the author:
A somehow talented foul mouthed asshole who put together bits and pieces of rubbish, shit and fuck-ups in to a one whole book because she only studied literature at this University but it didn't work out that way so screenwriting certificate and made publication after seven years of accumulated rubbish, debt, skirmish sex life, idiot choices and cups of coffee with the best of friends - because...

coffee is cheaper than Amstel Light, and coffee keeps you awake all night, because you wonder when there will be light,
That will shine in your life so bright.'

she raised her cup of coffee, and toasted with John's cup of soy cappuccino and Fran's macchiato.

'If you're me, you'd be saying:
Winning the lottery is far more likely and far more possible than inheriting and having a huge penis. You cannot change the junk you have, but you can always buy lace, satin, cheeky, silk, bikini, boyshorts and cotton with lace trimmings panties' Millie smiled, proud to be hearing these words from John her dearest.

'I want to quote the woman, the strong loving person I know. I can be the master of my fate, regardless of my gender and sex transformation. We met when I was a sex worker, when I was ostracised for a job. Indeed my transformation is beyond my sex but also my life. Your strength,  your voice - my hope and my life.' Francesca wiped her tears of joy.