Coffee shop talk about love stories

I often hear strange talk in Cuban cafes.

Some people say that tea and coffee are both recognized as the two major drinks in the world, although they both have refreshing effects, but the effects are quite different.

Drinking tea makes people sober and calm.

Drinking coffee is exhilarating and enjoyable.

Tea makes us feel light.

Coffee makes us feel excited and enthusiastic.

What is more, it is clear that those who drink tea are philosophers and those who drink coffee are fighters.

But I think JJ and Anan are both coffee drinkers.

Only Anan occasionally drinks a cup of "Bitan floating Snow", she said. She likes to watch the tea, the new green tea and the white jasmine petals floating on the surface of the tea, just like the unmelted snowflakes floating on the surface of the green pool. The fragrance of jasmine floats in the air and remains poetic on cold days.

But, she said, "the taste of tea is too weak. Maybe I haven't reached the time to drink tea yet."

Most days, JJ and Anan drink coffee, which makes them sharp-eyed and quick-thinking, and the two women sometimes make witty remarks and smile. I think they kind of like each other.

But today I seem to smell the smell before the wind and rain in the strong aroma of coffee, as if lightning and thunder are coming.

Both JJ and Anan started drinking a third cup of Cuban coffee. Cuban coffee is a kind of deep-roasted coffee with stable taste, strong bitterness and blackish color.

JJ raised the cup, took a sip of coffee, put it down, seemed to sigh, paused, and finally said to Anan with courage.

"Sister Ann, I think I'm in love with Mr. K."

"it's not surprising," Anan said as if he were talking about other people's affairs. "A good man is never surrounded by more than one woman."

JJ suddenly doesn't seem to know how to speak.

After a long pause, she looked up inquiringly and said to Anan helplessly, "Sister Ann, I mean it. What do you think I should do?"

Instead, Anan mused, "this is a little difficult." she smiled, paused for a moment, and then said, "what does K mean?"

JJ seems to be thinking, "I don't know. But when I was with him, I felt very happy. "

"is he happy, too?"

"I think so."

Anan was silent.

JJ suddenly said, "Sister Ann, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Anan straightened up, gently opened her white paper fan and began to shake slowly. He spoke in a tone a bit like that at a symposium-"personally speaking, Mr. K has always belonged to himself, and he does not belong to anyone, including me." So I've been talking to him like a friend and lover. "

"like you, I love him."

JJ stared at Anan as if afraid of missing every word Anan said.

Anan gently put down his fan and took a sip of coffee as if he were ready to discuss the problem leisurely.

"the crux of the problem is not with me. Like you, I am fighting for or defending my love. "

JJ took over Anan's words, "Sister Ann, do you mean that this matter depends on Mr. K?"

"correct. You and I are just the one who is trying. "

They raised their coffee cups almost at the same time and smiled knowingly.

Anan smiled and said, "my wish is to travel around the world, play ball, sketch and create with K in the future. I am fighting for it."

JJ also smiled, she thought of yesterday's dream, "I also had a dream, when I am old, with a loved one, in the setting sun, watching the evening crow return to its nest."