Cindy stands there with her cappuccino like it’s an extension of her hand, not an accessory but a small, steady companion.

The room around her glows softly, dressed for the season, but she isn’t in a hurry to belong to it.

The cup is warm. That’s what matters. She likes how the lid traps the scent just long enough so the aroma arrives a heartbeat after the first sip.

Cappuccino is her pause button.

Between thoughts, between plans, between the versions of herself she carries through the day.

Foam first, then coffee, then that quiet confidence settling in her chest.

She doesn’t drink it to wake up. She drinks it to arrive.

For a moment she stands still, eyes calm, shoulders relaxed, the world politely waiting its turn.

Cindy takes another sip and smiles, knowing some pleasures don’t need improving, only repeating ☕✨