Morning Coffee
I'm not too sure what to make of this so please review.
Disclaimer
If I owned it I wouldn't be typing this
The waitress approached the table. "Can I take your order?" she asked notebook and pen poised.
"Latte please," the man answered.
Sands took all this in. It was remarkable how much you could find out about a man through his coffee.
The man who ordered the latte was most likely a timid business man attempting to make something of himself. He wanted to make his mark but didn't want to take any big risks. Latte was a safe bet. It contained the bitter taste of coffee but it was disguised by the cream of the mild and sweetness of the sugar.
Sands smirked to himself when the man got up. He could hear the rustling of papers followed by the click of a briefcase and the rustle of a suit, yet another citizen defined by the dregs of his coffee cup.
Sands took a gulp from his own coffee, black no sugar. The bitterness of the coffee showed the bitterness Sands felt towards the world. The fact that he refused to take sugar showed that he was stubborn and didn't attempt to sugar coat anything in life.
Sheldon Jeffery Sands was a difficult man to comprehend yet the very crux of his nature could be found in his morning cup of coffee.