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“hey. im sorry it’s been such a rough week for you”
i turn around to the coffee machine, which finished a while ago.
“you want some?”
you shake your head
“thats.. probably for the best. i didnt really make enough for both of us anyway.”
the coffee pot is almost overflowing. my need for caffeine concerns you a bit.
i pull out a mug made from some sort of pink mineral. little flakes of impurities sparkle in the sun
“whats it made of?” you ask
“hmm? oh the mug. its made of some rock from the himalayas. halite i think?”
youre about to speak up again but im already pouring coffee into the mug. you get quick confirmation that it is, in fact, made of salt as the bottom of the mug dissolves and a brown puddle begins spreading around it on the counter.
coffee begins flowing off the counter toward me. it slows the steaming puddle’s inching toward yourself, but you take a step back out of caution. some of it has to be spilling onto my feet at this point, but you dont even see a flinch from me. instead, you see that i have poured the entire pot.
we stand in silence for a bit while i appear mesmerized by my new mug and take a ‘sip’ from the clearly empty cylinder
my eyes go wide
no coffee
“hmm. not even a sip. i’ll have to make more next time”