The dim light made the coffee appear to be completely black. She took a sip and a slight reflection of her face came into view. Just a snapshot of her the space between her upper lip and her nose. She set the cup down and let out an audible sigh. The coffee was still warm and felt nice in the relative cold of the cave.
Another sip.
With her coffee finished, she felt guilty sitting there much longer. There were always people waiting for a table. Sure enough, as soon as she began to show signs of beginning to leave, she was flanked by a few people she assumed to be on a date asking if she was leaving. Outside the cave, with a belly full of coffee, she continued along the trail.
This story is part of a series of travel stories set in Imaginary Landscapes.