It all makes sense now, why you drink tea and I drink coffee.
Because coffee is bitter. Bitter people drink bitter coffee; sad people.
People with heavy hearts and heaving
footsteps and too much on their minds, people with regrets and unsaid words,
people like me.
Lonely people drink coffee.
Ah, but you. You drink tea. It makes sense.
You're light and sweet and simple, delicate even; I can tell.
It all makes sense now.
Tea.
I should have known.