Cappuccino

I saw a steamy
hot cappuccino
waiting, in front
of me.

soon enough, her
owner held her up
and the series of
unfortunate events
started.

click. YAAASSSS. post.

“hold it like this.”
“look lost, like
you’re thinking about
how good it is.”

damn right, she is
pretty good.
beautiful, indeed.

few more click and
taps later, the hearts
started pouring in.
sadly enough, the noise
of her owner’s escape
blinded the silent art of
a hot brew.

I felt bad.

for her.
for she wasn’t
warm inside
anymore.