Bean There, Brew That

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With a grin, I roll up my sleeves and head back to the kitchen, eager to see what culinary delights I can dream up with each measured pour and artful blend- [[a symphony composed with love and care. |Lily1]]

The wind chimes at the door ring again. I look up and see the [[Chinese girl]] I greet her, “Hey there! Ready to leave Brighton already?" She replies, “Yes, Brighton was a treat! I think the combination of the sun, the coast and the peace of the town were theraputic to help me sort things out.” “As a full-time Brighton fan, I’m glad to hear you say that. What can I get you today?” "My train is about to leave, so I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for a drink." The girl glances at [[“Mr. 8:45”]] next to her and [[smiles apologetically at me. |end1.1]]

As the sun shines brightly outside, casting a warm glow on the seafront and enticing locals and tourists alike to come out and explore. [[Today seems like the perfect day to experiment with some new recipes and push the boundaries of your menu. |intro6]]

As the wind chimes tinkle above the door, I glance up and notice a [[young Asian woman]] who seems lost in thought. I smile warmly, recognizing her as a traveler rather than a local. I presume from my experience with various customers that she is an international student from East Asia. [[Greet her|Lily2]]

"Good morning, and welcome to our cafe!" I greet her cheerfully. "Is this your first time in here?” [[She replies|Lily3]]

"Yes, it is. I'm a Chinese international student in Leeds, on my graduation trip of sorts." <img src="gif/lily.gif" width=100% loop>\ She looks up at me and smiles tentatively, scanning the menu before asking for my recommendations. I notice that she seems uneasy, distracted even, and I decide to make her day a little brighter. I opt to prepare her [[a cup of Chines tea.|Chi1]] [[a cold-brew coffee with coconut milk.|Col1]]

"I have just the thing for you, as a special treat for my first customer today." I say with a grin. With deft hands, I brew the delicate tea leaves in a sleek vessel, infusing warmth into each drop. You pour the liquid essence into an [[old cup.]] [[With a smile, I serve the tea to the her.|chi2]]

"I have just the thing for you, as a special treat for my first customer today." I say with a grin. My hands dance with precision. Picking the patient brew that rested overnight, bathing in cool serenity. I pour it into a glass filled with ice, finishing it with coconut milk. [[With a smile, you serve the tea to the her.|col2]]

As she delicately [[holds the cup]], savoring each sip of the tea, her eyes widen with pleasant surprise. "How did you make this? It's like a nostalgic embrace from my grandma's kitchen." "Well, I use a Chinese tea that has been passed down in [[my family]] for generations. It has a unique floral aroma with a hint of sweetness." [["I can almost feel the warmth of home."|chi3]] She takes another sip.

"I can't help but wonder if others, too, yearn for the familiar embrace of their loved ones" I reply [[“I am sure we all long for that comfort, but each of us has our own path to follow.”|chi3.1]] [[“Of course, sometimes I wish I could transport them all in this room.”|chi3.2]]

The girl pauses for a moment and sighs, "That sounds cruel." [["But guess what?"|chi4]]

The girl smiled bitterly and said, "Me too. " [["But aren't you going home to see them soon? Since this is your graduation trip." I ask |col3.1]]

I contuine... "It's truly amazing how we can deeply care for one another, even while leading different lives, transcending the constraints of space. Sharing the same life is not a prerequisite for love." "If sharing the same life is not a prerequisite for love, then what about companionship?" she asks, sounding worried. I reply [[“Well, companionship is incredibly important. Sometimes I regret not being there.”|chi4.1]] [[“Companionship doesn’t have to mean being there.”|chi4.2]]

"Occasionally I do. You know, it's like our minds have this way of romanticizing the paths we didn't choose. We get caught up in the allure of what might have been." "So if you went back to that junction, would you take the road you didn't choose?" I reply [[“Who knows? We don't get a do over with life.” |chi5.1]] [[“I can say with certainty that I wouldn’t.” |chi5.2]]

I sigh, "Well, companionship is incredibly important. Sometimes I too have moments of longing and regret, like not being there for a loved one's wedding or funeral, or missing out on the joy of playing house with a little niece. I wish I could bridge the gap." [["So, do you regret being far away from them?"|chi5]]

I continue, "Yes, companionship is definitely irreplaceable, but you know what? Being together physically isn't the only way to experience it." "Really?" "Healthy communication, support, understanding, trust, love..... All these things can transcend physical distance. Even though I may be physically alone here, I can feel my family's presence, like they're in the air, in the delightful aroma of coffee and tea right now." I share this with a touch of nostalgia. [[My voice tinged with longing. |chi4.2.1]]

"Life doesn't come with a rewind button, does it? If we had the power to redo everything, it might just turn everything into a chaotic mess. Perhaps it's not always wise to dwell on the "what ifs" and constantly think, "I wish I had done that instead."" She grins [["Are you avoiding my question?" |chi6]]

"Why" "Well, you see, I firmly believe that nobody can make the decisions about the life I want to lead except for me. Even the people I care about the most are separate individuals with their own set of dreams and aspirations. It may sound a bit harsh, but I never wanted to burden them with the choices I make. [[We should have the freedom to choose our own paths |split1.1]] and live life on our own terms...."

"Call me an optimist but it's not just about wishing for something different. It's about finding your best self in the present moment." She pauses. It is hard being a 20 something. Out of your comfortzone. [[Out in this world.|split1.1]]

She catches a galance at her phone, chugging the last sip as if the hot tea won't burn her tongue as much as my words burned within her, fueling a fire unknown to all. "Maybe or maybe not" her words revealing a glimpse of her inner thought, "Thanks for your tea, and I promise I will come back soon to try another. And pay for it this time." She rushes out before I could tell her it's okay to enjoy the sun for once. No small talks today I guess. [[2 Days later |wednesday]]

The girl's lips meet the rim of the cup. A moment of silence follows, broken by her wide-eyed amazement. "This... this is unlike anything I've ever tasted," she breathes. Intrigued, I lean forward, ready to share the secret. [[Briefly interupted]] but, I continue "It's a blend of cold-brewed coffee, coconut milk, and pandan leaves. Pandan is a popular ingredient in Southeast Asia, where I come from. The drink has a creamy texture and a refreshing taste, doesn't it." Her initial hesitation fades, replaced by a newfound fondness. "The first sip tasted a bit strange, but now I’m almost falling love with it," she confesses. I tell her, [["Traveling has taught me the art of embracing the unknown, both in flavors and places."|col3]]

I observe her with admiration. "You're an explorer, aren't you? Always seeking new experinces" A gleam sparkles in her eyes. "Sort of" she agrees. "Studying abroad has opened my world to endless discoveries every day. It's a journey of constant exploration." I say [["So, it seems like you're considering building your future in Europe after you graduate, huh?"|col3.1]] [["Tell me, is there something or someone from your hometown that you deeply miss but can't find on your journey of exploration?" |col3.2]]

She takes a long breath. A longer release. “There are countless things I yearn for, but above all, it's my family that I miss the most. I can’t be with them if I stay here.” [[I have been here before. |chi4.1]]

She takes a long breath. A longer release. "Honestly, I'm still torn... I find myself pondering whether my first job should be in the UK or back home in China." [[I have been here before. |col4]]

I ask [[“Have you discussed this with your family?”|col4.1]] [[“Do you have any career plans? |col4.2]]

"Not yet, but I think it's time we had that talk," she states matter-of-factly, her voice conveying a sense of certainty. "I can already imagine them trying to convince me, especially with my grandmother being so old and all." "Yeah, it's definitely going to be a tough family gathering. So, what's your take on your career?" She pauses for a moment. "Well, I'm still young and have plenty of time to figure it out," she breathes out slowly. [[Her words floating in the air. |col5]]

"Well, when it comes to my professional growth, I believe staying in the UK for a while could provide valuable experience and possibly more opportunities as a woman." I sense a but coming. "Is there a 'but'?" She glares at me. "But my family might have a strong case for me to return home. One of the reasons being my grandmother's age, they'd want me to be there for her." [[You sigh |col5]]

I reply [["Well, it's ultimately up to you and what you feel is best." |col5.1]] [["Just remember, life is full of possibilities, and there will always be new opportunities waiting for you down the road."|col5.2]]

"If I were in your shoes, with all the youth and possibilities ahead of me, I wouldn't hesitate to pursue my true passions and dreams." [[And I did not. |split2]]

I continue, "I genuinely hope that you won't look back with any regrets and embrace every moment to create a fulfilling journey. it's important to seize the opportunities that come our way." <<linkreplace "I wish someone told me this when I was 20 something.">>\ [[I wish someone gave me free coffee when I was 20 something. |split2]] <</linkreplace>>\

"Maybe or maybe not" her words revealing a glimpse of her inner thought, "Thanks for your tea, and I promise I will come back soon to try another. And pay for it this time." She rushes out before I could tell her it's okay to enjoy the sun for once. No small talks today I guess. [[2 Days later |wednesday]]

As I step into the coffee shop, a sanctuary nestled within [[Brighton Train Station]], a sense of comfort washes over me. <img src="gif/station.gif" width=100%>\ The rustic wooden tables, weathered by countless conversations and the touch of many hands, stand as silent witnesses to the cherished moments shared over cups of [[liquid gold.]] The walls, adorned with [[vibrant murals]] depicting the essence of Brighton's spirit, burst forth with colors and stories, [[captivating the imagination of all who behold them. |intro3]] <<audio "train" play volume 0.4>>\ <<if visited("intro3")>> <<stopaudio()>> <</if>>

<<linkreplace "<h2>Bean There, Brew That</h2>">>\ Coffee and life share a common thread- the ritual. Just as we cherish the ritual of brewing and enjoying a cup of coffee, life invites us to find joy in the everyday rituals that shape our existence. [[Start |Intro1]] <</linkreplace>> \

On this [[unsual morning]], as the sun graces the horizon with its gentle touch, a familiar fragrance fills the air, swirling amidst the cozy ambience of [['Bean There, Brew That.']] The delicate aroma of freshly brewed coffee intertwines with the joyful melodies of animated conversations, [[weaving a tapestry of warmth. |intro2]]

My gaze drifts to the enticing display of pastries and cakes, a work of art in itself. <<linkreplace "In this realm of steaming cups and frothy creations, you recall the journey that led you to this very moment.">>\ A journey marked by the trials and triumphs of a [[new immigrant]], seeking solace and connection amidst the unfamiliar. It was in the rich and comforting embrace of coffee that I found my sanctuary- [[a language understood by all, transcending barriers and fostering a sense of belonging. |intro4]] <</linkreplace>>\

"Sounds kind of surreal," she mumbles almost inaudibly, barely letting the words escape her lips. "But it's true. It's a journey we all navigate, and I don't want love to be a boundary on my journey. [[Maybe that's the only way you can cherish the emotions you feel." |split2]]

I feel a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. With a small smile on my face, I think back to the [[challenges]] I faced as a new immigrant, and how I found solace in my love of coffee and community. This little café in Brighton has been my [[passion project]] for years, and [[it's finally starting to pay off. |intro5]]

At 7:42 am, Brighton stirs to an unusual morning. The sun casts a soft, golden glow, while wisps of clouds add a touch of mystery to the sky. Today carries a subtle fragrance, a medley of fresh sea breeze, blooming flowers, and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. People are starting to move about, their footsteps echoing on the pavement. The anticipation is palpable. As if the city itself is brimming with stories waiting to be discovered. As if nature itself is preparing to unveil something laborious. [[Back |Intro1]]

Four walls painted in warm earthy tones, reminiscent of the terracotta hues of ancient temples and the house you moved to when you were 8; hues that evoke a sense of grounding washes over the walls. Each stroke of color holds a story. Like the terraced rice fields you could see from outside your room's window when you were 12, where the fertile soil met the horizon. It's a place where emotions collide, blending the warmth of familiarity with the frantic energy of the outside world. The clattering of keyboards, the tapping of hurried footsteps, and the murmur of hushed conversations intermingle with the soft melodies playing in the background. It's a harmonious chaos, where the hustle and bustle are tamed by the embrace shared experiences. The two baristas move with graceful urgency. They wear tired yet genuine smiles, knowing that each cup they serve brings a moment of respite to weary souls. Relentless grind. Like every cup of coffee. [[Back |Intro1]]

As you step into the interiors of Brighton Train Station, a sense of grandeur envelops you. The lofty ceilings soar above, adorned with intricate patterns and decorative moldings, lending an air of elegance to the space. Polished marble floors reflect the bustling activity, while vintage wooden benches offer a place of respite amidst the commotion. There is a comforting hum of voices echoing through the halls, as travelers exchange stories and share brief moments of connection. The sound of footsteps, rolling luggage, and train announcements merge into a symphony that is both chaotic and harmonious, a reminder of the constant movement of life. Being in this space evokes stirs a sense of anticipation, the thrill of embarking on a new journey. It also carries a touch of nostalgia, reminding you of farewells and reunions, of joyful arrivals and bittersweet goodbyes. Amidst the transient nature of the station, there is a feeling of unity, a shared experience that connects strangers on different paths. It is a place that stirs your soul, reminding you of the complexity of the human experience. [[back |intro2]]

Coffee, the liquid gold that holds the power to transform mere mortals into productive beings. So, while coffee may not possess the same market value as actual gold, its worth lies in the comfort and discomfort it brings. [[Back |intro2]]

Last week, a little girl stood in awe, her eyes wide with wonder. She approached the artwork, her tiny fingers reaching out to touch the painted strokes. I overheard her ask her mother, "Maa, do you think the people in the murals can taste the yummy pastries too?" These murals are more than mere decorations. [[Back |intro2]]

<h1> You. Minh Nguyen. Age: 31 </h1>\ <img src="gif/owner.gif" width=100% loop>\ <b>Who are you?</b> Minh Nguyen, a vibrant soul with a longing for creativity and a passion for his roots, embarked on a journey that led him from Vietnam to the United Kingdom. Eight years ago, he left his homeland to pursue higher education, eventually finding himself immersed in the world of advertising. However, amidst the hustle and bustle, Minh always held a dream close to his heart- owning a cafe. Throughout his college years, Minh's friends playfully teased him about his love for coffee and his innate ability to create warm and inviting spaces. Little did they know that their jests only fueled his aspirations. Along the way, Minh met his soulmate, an English woman whom he fell in love with while working in the advertising industry. The tried, still try to embrace the cultural differences within their relationship. Despite the distance from his parents, a traditional Chinsese mother and a firm Vietnamese father who are located back in Vietnam, Minh's connection to his homeland remains strong. He plans to visit them next year, but life's demands sometimes make it challenging. His aging parents, occasionally frustrated by the lack of regular communication and Minh's untamed beard, share moments of contention. Coffee runs deep in Minh's lineage. His grandparents toiled in the coffee plantations, leaving an indelible mark on his identity. Tragically, his grandpa passed away during Minh's teenage years, leaving him with a deep sense of admiration. His beloved grandmother, unfortunately, didn't live long enough to witness the realization of Minh's dream, his very own cafe. Minh often wonders what she would think of his cafe and whether she would find solace in his homage to their shared heritage. Yet, amidst the pursuit of his dreams, Minh's conscience is awakened to the realities surrounding the robust Vietnamese coffee industry. He grapples with the knowledge that it thrives on the exploitation of indigenous Montagnard peoples, the original inhabitants of the Central Highlands. Minh's great-grandmother was one of them, and he carries their story within him. In quiet moments between taking orders, he contemplates how he can reclaim coffee, forging a path that respects its origins and uplifts those marginalized by its history. Minh also finds room for everyday joys. With summer approaching, he playfully ponders the idea of getting a new pair of sunglasses, a small indulgence. [[Back |intro3]]

For you, this was a daunting and emotionally charged endeavor. You poured your heart into crafting a compelling business plan, highlighting his vision, passion, and the potential for success. With hope in your eyes, you reached out to potential investors, sharing your dreams and aspirations. When you got one, managing the day-to-day operations and the team added another layer of complexity to your's emotional journey. You had to juggle countless tasks and ensure every detail was taken care of, all while carrying the weight of your relations on your shoulders. It wasn't always easy, but your passion fueled your drive. Adapting to the ever-changing demands of the market was a constant source of emotional turmoil. But it wasn't just about the business side of things. Your personal life often took a backseat as you dedicated himself wholeheartedly to your coffee shop. It meant sacrifices, moments of fatigue, occasional doubts about finding the right equilibrium, and seeing your bed less than you did in your final year of university. [[Back |intro4]]

Deep within your being, there brews a potent concoction of reasons that fuel your passion project. At the heart of it all is your burning desire to create a space that transcends the chaos of the world—where people can sip on coffee, and momentarily digest, not escape the tumultuous currents of politics and society. Coffee, like many other commodities, carries with it a colonial legacy and a history intertwined with exploitation. It is crucial to acknowledge the injustices and suffering endured by those who were part of the coffee industry in the past. The stories of coffee slavery and the negative impacts of global capitalism cannot be ignored. In your cafe, you embark on a journey of reclaiming the goodness of coffee, while remaining mindful of its dark underbelly. You honor the indigenous communities and workers whose lives were affected by the robust Vietnamese coffee industry. You understand the complexities and are committed to promoting ethical sourcing, fair trade practices, and supporting ustainable initiatives. [[Back |intro4]]

With her short, pixie-like haircut, and two books tucked between her arms she blends right in with the vibrance of the cafe as soon as you spot her. Her eyes, behind a pair of oversized vintage glasses, hold a hint of exhaustion yet twinkle with a sparkle with curiosity. You love vintage frames. She looks like she is in her early 20s. [[Back |Lily1]]

This cup had seen it all – the early morning caffeine fixes, the afternoon pick-me-ups, and the late-night indulgences. But little did anyone suspect that it held a quirky secret. Customers would often seek it out, drawn to its weathered charm and the stories it held within. They would hold it delicately, as if cradling a piece of history, and with each sip, they would feel a kinship with all those who had come before. [[Back |Chi1]]

A simple family recipe: 1 tablespoon dried chrysanthemum flowers 1 tablespoon dried jasmine flowers 1 teaspoon dried goji berries 1 teaspoon dried rose petals 2 teaspoons loose-leaf green tea A tea that transports you to memories of your mother and your maternal grandmother, who you never met. [[Back |chi2]]

With a suitcase. Having trouble pushing the door. “Mr. 8:45” goes to hold the door for her. [[Back |end1]]

Mumbling "That's okay, I'm not in a hurry. Ladies first." [[Back |end1]]

She pauses. Then continues, “Perhaps an iced coffee to refresh my brain? To takeaway please. My train leaves thirty.” “So soon?” [[I reconfirm]] “To be honest, I'm a bit nervous now at the thought of going back and having a lot to do.” “Lots of things to do? That's a [[good thing]], sounds like you've [[made up your mind.” |end1.2]]

The rhythmic sound of grinding coffee beans fills the air as you skillfully measure and pour the ingredients. You are distracted by it. The smell. The chatter. The commotion. [[Back |end1.1]]

Isn't it? [[Back |end1.1]]

"Yeah, I've actually made up my mind to stay here in the UK for a bit longer while I'm still young and have the chance to go out and do some exploring, you know? And, well, make a few mistakes along the way too." "Well, that's definitely a brave decision. How did your family react to it?" “To my surprise, when I told them I was determined to stay in the UK, the first reaction of most of them was one of concern but not opposition.” The girl smiles thoughtfully. “So, everything is going better than you imagined before, right?” [[“Indeed.” She reassures |end1.3]]

With a [[fancy move]], I place a sprig of vanilla on top of the perfectly chilled coffee, giving it a fancy touch. "Here you go, your drink is ready," I say. Passing the iced coffee to the girl, a genuine smile spreads across my face as she takes the cup in her hands. [["Thanks for the coffee and for the chat. It was great having this moment with you." |end1.4]]

As the ice cubes plop into the glass, you can hear that satisfying sound echoing in the air, mixing with the gentle clinking of the spoon against the glass. [[Back |end1.3]]

With a spring in her step, she walks out of the cafe, pulling her suitcase behind her. As she disappears around the corner, I hum to myself, "It's nice to see a young explorer like her in the early morning. Life is an adventure, innit?" "Not so much for a bloke like me in his forties," [[Mr. 8:45 replies]] in a monotonous voice. [["Oh, come on, you're not that old yet!" I retort with a playful tone. |Ravi]]

Tinkling. The wind chimes continue their cheerful melody, bidding farewell to the girl. Tinkling. [[Back |end1.4]]

The wind chimes at the door ring again. I look up and see the [[Chinese girl]] She smiles at me when she steps into the coffee shop. I greet her, “Hey there! How has Brighton been treating you?" She replies, "Most of the time I was just strolling on my own, pondering over what lay ahead. There's something about the sun, the coastline, and the tranquility of this town that worked its magic on me and helped me find some clarity." “As a full-time Brighton fan, I’m glad to hear you say that. What can I get you today?” "My train is about to leave, so I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for a drink." The girl glances at [[“Mr. 8:45” |Mr. 845]] next to her and [[smiles apologetically at me. |end2.1]]

With a suitcase. Having trouble pushing the door. “Mr. 8:45” goes to hold the door for her. [[Back |end2]]

Stares at her. Mumbles, "That's okay, I'm not in a hurry today." [[Back |end2]]

She takes a look at the menu, then continues, “A cup of hot tea, please. It's a bit chilly today morning.” “Chinese tea? No other toppings?,” I ask. “Yes, a simple hot tea is fine. My train leaves in thirty, so I’d like to have one more of your drinks to [[before I leave.” |end2.2]]

"Oh, so you're reaching the end of your graduation trip! I suppose you've made up your mind about wether to stay or to leave," [[distracted,]] I proceed to ask. "I've sort of made a decision. My plan is to go back home first because nothing beats being physically present with your loved ones, no matter how many phone calls or messages you exchange." "Ah... and what about your job? Do you plan on returning to the UK afterwards?" "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what the future holds or if I'll have any regrets later on. But in this moment, I feel like my family needs me, so..." The girl bows her head, her voice trailing off. [[I reply, "Well, happiness is what matters in the end. It doesn't sound like a bad decision at all." |end2.3]]

A singer sets up his casio piano just outside the café, playing a heartfelt rendition of "Nobody Wants to Hear Songs Anymore," drawing your attention as you watch passersby stop to listen. [[Back |end2.2]] <<audio "ben" play volume 0.4>>\ <<if visited("end2.3")>> <<stopaudio()>> <</if>>

“[[Really?]] I don’t want to consider it as a bad decision, because I don’t want to blame my family. But sometimes I’m truly afraid that I’ll regret it.” “I believe there are very few ‘absolute bad decisions’ in our life," I reply. "Just follow your heart and see what happens.” Handing her the cup, I say, "Here's a simple cup of hot Chinese tea, just as you requested." "Thank you," The girl takes a [[gentle sip.]] "This tea is exactly what I needed. It's amazing how a simple cup of tea can bring such comfort and clarity. I almost feel like I am back home in China" "Maybe it's the magic from your home town. I’m sure you will feel this comfort again when you return to your family. By then, you will surely have more courage and energy for [[whatever you decide to do next.” |end2.4]]

You can hear it in her voice. [[Back |end2.3]]

She closes her eyes briefly to savor the flavors. A smile forms on her lips, and she sets the cup down with a contented sigh. [[Back |end2.3]]

"You're absolutely right," she firmly states. As the girl gets ready to leave, I bid her farewell with a genuine smile, "Have a safe journey wherever life takes you. Remember, our doors are always open if you ever find yourself back in Brighton." With a final wave, the girl [[steps out]] of the coffee shop. The gentle [[rustling of the wind chimes |end2.5]] fills the air.

You hope she carries the warmth of the tea and the echoes of your conversations with her. [[Back |end2.4]]

As she holds the cup you notice her silver ring, discreetly engraved with the name "Lily". It leaves you curious about the story behind it. [[Back |chi2]]

Behind the counter, I diligently prepare the morning brews, my eyes scanning outsides of the cafe for the familiar face of a [[regular customer.]] For years, like clockwork, he would show up every weekday at 8.45 am sharp, seeking his beloved takeout Americano. <img src="gif/cafe.gif" width=100% loop>\ With a habitual glance at the clock, I confirm that it's precisely 8.45 am. The realisation hits me that you haven't seen him in over two days, and [[it's already Wednesday. |wednesday1]]

You call him "Mr. 8:45", because he shows up every weekday at 8.45am sharp for a Americano. Takeout always. [[Back |wednesday]]

The chest pocket slightly bulging and hinting at a possible cigarette case. Maybe. [[Back |wednesday1]]

A style commonly used by commuters, almost exactly as you have seen him every time you have seen him. [[Back |wednesday1]]

[[Speak of the devil.]] As if answering my thoughts, a middle-aged man of Indian descent enters the cafe. He's dressed in a [[shirt]] and stylish suit trousers. Carrying a [[black shoulder bag]], he walks in. [[I wait for him to aproach the till before I greet him |end1]] OR [[I spot empty cups on a table and ask Amy, one of the baristas, if she could clear them |end2]]

The sudden break in his routine piques your curiosity. [[Back |wednesday1]]

Blimey, those blooming wind chimes are at it again, ringing and reminding you that he's here. [[Back |end1.4]]

Those blooming wind chimes are at it again, ringing and reminding you that Mr. 4:45 is here. [[You almost forgot about him. |Ravi]]

I greet him with a casual nod and a friendly smile. "Morning, mate! Sorry to keep you waiting. Everything alright?" He visibly pauses, as if caught off guard by my observation, and responds with a half-hearted smile. "Morning. Been a busy few days, you know how it goes." <img src="gif/ravi.gif" width=100% loop>\ I sense a hint of reservation in his voice, so I decide to give him some space. "Ah, I see. Well, it's great to have you back. Still up for your usual Americano, 2 shots of espresso?" "As usual..." he repeats softly, a faint bitter smile playing on the corner of his lips. [["What would you suggest?"]] I reply [[“Yeah, why not your go-to Americano? Coming right up.” |am]] [[“How about something new?” |new]]

“Something new?” He hesitantly repeats. I reply [[“How about an iced coffee? Be on the cold side today.” |new1]] [[“How about a new drink still in trial?” |new2]]

You're thinking if it's okay to say "blink twice if you need help" to a customer? He has never said those words. Never. [[Back |Ravi]]

He nods, [[his gaze fixed on the menu board.]] Swiftly, I prepare his drink with precision, ensuring it's as perfect as always. The steam from the espresso machine swirls in the background, filling the air with a tempting aroma. Instead of taking out his agenda book and engaging with it while waiting for his coffee, he simply watches you prepare it, his hands empty. A thought crosses my mind: perhaps he's not in a rush today and would like to take his time with this cup of coffee. Should I enquire before filling the cup? You don't want to appear too nosy. [[Choosing my words carefully, I ask "Takeaway or for here?" |Am1]] OR [[You don’t want to seem too nosy. You use a paper cup to go. |Am2]]

You notice that he's different today, even though he's trying to mask the subtle change. [[Back |am]]

He looks a bit [[taken aback]] by my question. After a brief pause, he responds, "I'll have it here." "By the way, what's your name?" I hesitate to ask, "I'll call you when the coffee is ready. It's a full house in the cafe today, sorry" “Ah, my name is Ravi," he says with a rare coy smile, "I've been coming here to buy coffee everyday, weird how I didn't tell you my name until now.” I reply [[“You're a busy man, Mr. Ravi. Your coffee will be ready soon, please find a comfortable seat.” |am1]] [[“That's okay! It's funny how we humans can build a connection even without knowing each other's names.” |am2]]

He doesn’t look like he wants to talk much about himself. I decide to go with takeaway cup as usual. I get to preparing his usual- [[steaming hot Americano]] for him. “Sorry to keep you waiting!” Handing the takeaway cup to him, I add, [["Here you go, cheers!" |am5]] [[“As a special treat for our regular customers today, I've included an extra biscuit!" |am6]]

Probably because you've never asked him that. [[Back |Am1]]

After a bit of time, I call out Ravi's name to hand over the [[steaming hot Americano]] to him, who's chilling by the window. Ravi whispers his thanks to me and lapses into silence again. I return to the counter to another waiting customer. A short while later, I instinctively glance up at the window, only to discover that [[he had quietly departed. |LeapAlt]]

"I didn't expect you to notice someone as ordinary as me," Ravi says with a bitter smile. "How could I not notice a regular customer like you, who shows up everyday for a takeaway Americano?" You wink playfully, "For the past two days, I've been wondering which coffee shop along your route to work managed to steal you away from me." "None. I got fired," he blurts out. "I'm sorry to hear..." you begin to [[express your sympathy.]] "What can a mediocre person with mediocre qualifications like me do?" Ravi interrupts, as if he's finally found an outlet to vent, "I'm just a senior programmer, no matter how hard I try, I still feel like a replaceable cog in a big machine." He takes a sip of his coffee and continues, "And you know what's even more pathetic? When I lost the job that had consumed most of my life, I realized I didn't have any friends to lean on." "Maybe you could use a [[friendly ear]]. If you ever want to share your thoughts, you know where to find me," you assure him sincerely. "What other career can I have? I've been a programmer since college, and now I'm jobless," he responds in one breath. [[I am thinking of a reply. Quick. |am2.1]]

18 grams of coffee beans. Robusta beans. Robusta beans are very high in caffeine and contain almost twice the caffeine content of arabica to create an intense brew. Typically in Vietnam the robusta bean is king. Brewed using the traditional Vietnamese coffee maker- phin filter. 1 part espresso to 2 parts water. [[Back |am1]]

You're bad at this, atleast you think you are. Growing up, you didn't have the best examples of empathy and understanding, leaving you unsure and afraid of saying the wrong thing. Sympathising with others was a challenge, as you feared unintentionally causing harm. However, beneath your uncertainty, there was a genuine desire to connect and offer support, even if your words occasionally stumbled along the way. [[Back |am2]]

"Perhaps you have a long-standing hobby that you've been passionate about?" you suggest, hoping to [[spark a glimmer of hope.]] "Baking?" he replies, his bitter smile reappearing. "It used to be my biggest dream when I was younger, but that's all in the past now." "What about now? Maybe you could brush up on your baking" you propose. [["Son, I'm forty-seven years old. Changing careers isn't an easy decision at my age," he sighs, expressing his concerns. |am2.2]]

You could've suggested him to look for other jobs that are a fit for his experince and expertise, but you remember your mother's advice to you when you wanted to quit your job in advertising to start something so uncertain, in this economy. [[Back |am2.1]]

You can almost hear your mother's gentle voice, serving as a reminder, "众人拾柴火焰高" Which translates to many hands make a big difference. You think about calling her tonight, it'll be nice to hear her voice. No almosts. [[Back |am2]]

"I've reached the age where spontaneous decisions aren't so easy anymore," Ravi sighs, waving his hand dismissively before falling silent. He takes his time savoring the last sip of coffee and finally says, "Thank you." "Regardless, I wish you all the best, and remember, you're always welcome here for a cup of coffee," I say with a warm smile. "I appreciate that," he replies politely, lifting his cup and making his way out of the coffee shop. [[As he leaves, I watch him go with a mix of admiration and hope, wondering what the future holds for Ravi and where his path will lead. |Leap]] ENDING 2

"Is that so..." Ravi says thoughtfully, "Maybe one day, I'll gather the courage to pursue my passion for baking and share my [[atta biscuits]] with the world." "Well, it's a deal then. Find me when you decide to, I've always thought of offering delicious Indian treats alongside my tea," you say with enthusiasm. "Consider the deal signed, sealed and delivered," Ravi replies, and both of us share a moment of lighthearted laughter. "Remember, you can reach out to me anytime! I'd be thrilled to taste your creations," you call after Ravi as he walks towards the door. [["I will," he replies, his voice filled with a smile. |Leap]] ENDING 3

Atta biscuits are a type of biscuit popular in India. They are made using atta, which is a whole wheat flour commonly used in Indian cooking. These biscuits have a unique texture and flavour, with a slightly crumbly and nutty taste. Atta biscuits are often enjoyed as a tea-time snack among many people in India who prefer a more traditional option for their snacking needs. [[Back |am4]]

As I handed him the coffee, he muttered a quick "Thanks" and swiftly headed towards the exit. It caught me off guard, leaving me with a bunch of unanswered questions swirling in your mind. Like, why the sudden change? What's going on in his world? It's like a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit yet. It's got me curious, intrigued even, and [[I can't help but wonder what's really going on. |LeapAlt]]

"By the way, what's your name?" I hesitate to ask, "I've seen you rush in and out of the cafe almost everyday this past year but never got the chance to chat" “Ah, my name is Ravi," he says with a rare coy smile, "Yeah, I've been coming here to buy coffee everyday, weird how I didn't tell you my name until now.” "No worries, Ravi! Nice to officially meet you, I'm Minh." You reach into your apron pocket and pull out a small paper bag. "I actually baked these biscuits myself last night, but fair warning, they're nowhere near as good as the ones we usually get from the bakery. I'm still a bit of an amateur when it comes to baking." “Back in my day, I used to bake a lot. There's something special about baking, isn't there? It's like a form of therapy for the soul." [[You pause]] for a moment, this is the [[first time you've heard this man talk about himself. |am6.1]]

The all suited up Mr. 8:45 is a baker! It's always refreshing to discover new sides of people. [[Back |am6]]

"You must be a seasoned baker compared to me! If you're not in a rush, could you give this biscuit a try and let me know how I can improve it?" He nods, taking a bite of the biscuit and savouring the flavour. His eyes narrow in concentration as he enjoys the taste. After a brief moment of contemplation, he finally speaks up. "Well, I have to say, the texture is absolutely delightful. It's tender and crumbly, just like a proper biscuit should be. The flavours are pleasant too, with a gentle warmth from the spices you've used." [["Really?" You can't help but feel a surge of excitement at his positive feedback. |am6.2]]

He continues, fully embracing his newfound role as a baking connoisseur. "However, I reckon it could be even better if you give different combinations of spices a whirl. How about adding a pinch of nutmeg or cardamom? Or perhaps throwing in some toasted nuts or dried fruits for an extra layer of texture and depth?" "I never knew you were such a baking maestro!" I quip, winking at Ravi. "Seriously, are you sure you're not a professional?" Ravi's face flickers with a mixture of pride and shyness at the compliment, but it quickly morphs into a self-deprecating, bitter smile. "Well, it seems like life had other plans for me. Baking used to be my true passion, but I made the decision to pursue a career in computer science, thinking it would bring my family and I financial stability." I reply, [["Makes sense" |am6.3]]

"But the truth is, I ended up in computer science because it was my parents' wish. I found opportunities in this field, one job after another, and as the years went by, work became my entire life," he reveals, taking a thoughtful sip of his Americano. "And you know what's even more ironic? When I lost my job on Monday, that had consumed my existence for 11 long years, I realised I didn't have anyone to lean on," he admits, a touch of sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry we didn't [[get to know each other earlier.]] So, what's your next move?" I inquire with genuine curiosity. His eyes reflect a mix of regret and uncertainty. "At my age, it's not easy to start over in a career. Who would hire an old man?" "Why not consider baking? You've got a real talent for it, no joke," [[you suggest optimistically.]] [["Son, I'm forty-seven years old. Changing careers is a daunting decision at this stage of life." |am2.2]]

You can almost hear your mother's gentle voice, serving as a reminder, "两人分担，半人负重" Which translates to a problem shared is a problem halved. You think about calling her tonight, it'll be nice to hear her voice. No almosts. [[Back |am6.3]]

I reply [["You're right. Hobbies and careers are different beasts altogether, aren't they?" |am3]] [["It's never too late to pursue what you truly love. Who knows, it might be the start of something amazing. |am4]]

"Well, an iced coffee, please," he requests, his expression suggesting that he's going along with my suggestion out of politeness. As I start preparing the [[iced coffee]], I strike up a friendly conversation with the customer. "By the way, what's your name? I love putting names to faces, espcially on someone who has been a regular here for months" "Oh, I'm Ravi," he responds with a rare coy smile. "I can't believe I've been coming here for so long without even telling you my name. Sorry about that." "No worries at all! I must admit, I've been wondering why I couldn't put a name to the face of our loyal 8:45 customer," I confess with a chuckle. "But now I know, Ravi it is" [[Ravi then drops the bombshell. "Actually, I've been fired. That's why I have some extra time for a conversation and coffee now." |new1.1]]

"As a regular customer of our shop, it is half price for you, how about giving it a try?" I suggest with a friendly smile. "Alright, why not? Thanks," he responds, though it seems he's accepting myrecommendation more out of politeness than genuine interest. As you meticulously choose the ingredients for this [[experimental creation]], you seize the opportunity to engage the quiet yet preoccupied man in conversation. With a warm smile, you initiate, "So, how's your day been so far? Anything interesting going on?" He momentarily snaps out of his reverie, meeting your gaze with surprise in his eyes. "Oh, well, just trying to go about the usual routine, you know?" You nod empathetically while expertly pouring the freshly brewed coffee into the cup. "I can relate... By the way, what's your name? I love putting names to faces, espcially on someone who has been a regular here for months" [["Oh, I'm Ravi," he responds with a rare coy smile. "I can't believe I've been coming here for so long without even telling you my name. Sorry about that. |new2.1]]

"Cà Phê Sữa Đá," literally translating to- Coffee Milk Ice. Simple ingredients that never fail: 2 tablespoons sweetened condensed milk 1 tablespoon coarse ground dark roast Vietnamese coffee 1/2 cup hot water 6-8 cubes of ice This is a drink that is enjoyed at a leisurely pace due to the nature of the slow drip. Your pick-me-up! [[Back |new1]]

I feel a pang of sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, Ravi. It must be tough. But hey, you're always welcome here, whether you're working or not." He grudgingly looks at the iced latte you've prepared. "My drink looks good, though. Thanks for that." Handing him the iced coffee, I ask, "How does it taste? Sometimes trying a different drink can lift your spirits." Ravi takes a sip, shakes his head slightly, and confesses, "I'm afraid I still prefer hot Americano, even though I'm a bit tired of it." [[I nod,]] understanding his preference. "No worries, Ravi. We'll always have your hot Americano ready whenever you want." "Anyway, thank you," Ravi says politely. "I think I'll come back for the hot Americano." With that, he walks out of your shop. [[I watch him leave, a mixture of concern and curiosity filling my mind. There's clearly more to Ravi's story, and I can't help but wonder what struggles he's facing. |Final End2]]

You're momentarily lost for words, sensing that the door to his heart, which had briefly opened, has now closed tightly again. [[Back |new1.1]]

Vietnamese Caramel Coffee. Ingredients that dance with uncertainty: 2 tablespoons Vietnamese dark roast coffee grounds 2 tablespoons sweetened condensed milk 1 tablespoon homemade caramelized sugar 1 cup hot water 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon A pinch of ground cardamom A few drops of vanilla extract Crushed toasted nuts, for garnish You've been experimenting with this for a while, now it's out for customers on a trial phase. [[Back |new2]]

As he takes a sip of the drink, his eyes widen in surprise, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "The smell of this drink... it reminds me of freshly baked bread. The first taste is a beautiful mix of rich coffee flavours and a hint of sweetness that's like caramelized sugar." He takes another sip, savoring the lingering flavors on his palate, before speaking up with genuine surprise. "The smoothness of this drink reminds me of the soft crumb of a perfectly baked [[velvet spice cake.]] It's like a velvety texture that enhances the complexity of the flavors. I can taste hints of toasted nuts and warm spices, adding depth to the overall experience." He looks at you with admiration. "How do you effortlessly describe these flavours so beautifully? Are you a professional taster?" [["Used to be a baker," Ravi's face shows a mix of pride and shyness, but then he gives a self-deprecating smile. |new2.3]]

You think how the velvet spice cake would pair wonderfully with a cup of coffee, especially if you decide to put the Vietnamese caramel coffee on the menu. A cake that captures the smoothness, velvety texture, and flavors reminiscent of the Vietnamese caramel coffee. You add "ask the baker about this" to your mental to-do list for the week. [[Back |new2.1]]

"Well, it seems like life had other plans for me. Baking used to be my true passion, but I made the decision to pursue a career in computer science, thinking it would bring my family and I financial stability." "But the truth is, I ended up in computer science because it was my parents' wish. I found opportunities in this field, one job after another, and as the years went by, work became my entire life," he reveals. "And you know what's even more ironic? When I lost my job on Monday, that had consumed my existence for 11 long years, I realised I didn't have anyone to lean on," he admits, a touch of sadness in his voice. "I'm sorry we didn't [[get to know each other earlier.]] So, what's your next move?" I inquire with genuine curiosity. His eyes reflect a mix of regret and uncertainty. "At my age, it's not easy to start over in a career. Who would hire an old man?" "Why not consider baking? You've got a real talent for it, no joke," [[you suggest optimistically.]] [["Son, I'm forty-seven years old. Changing careers is a daunting decision at this stage of life." |am2.2]]

Six months have passed. Brighton sparkles with a frost-kissed charm. Like the ever-changing menu of the bustling Been There, Brew That, our lives became [[a mosaic of diverse experiences. |Leap1]]

A [[man in a red hat]] enters. He stands in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the menu displayed on the wall behind you. "Hey there, what can I do for you?" I ask. "Could I trouble you for some hot water, please?" he replies, his voice tinged with weariness. Moving closer to the counter, you can't help but notice that [[he's shivering.]] I reply [["Sorry, sir. We don't offer hot water on its own, but we do have a variety of hot drinks to choose from." |hot]] [["Tell you what, it's freezing out there with the pesky rain. How about warming up with a nice, steaming cup of coffee?" |cof]]

Wrapped in a cosy coat and a stylish scarf, you brave the chilly air with a sense of resilience. From making steaming cups of hot chocolate to sipping on them, [[you embrace the cold. |Leap2]]

Looking tired and a bit scruffy. <img src="gif/nano.gif" width=100% loop>\ With a beard that seems to have grown without a care. You guess he's been through a rough patch and hasn't had a chance to freshen up properly. [[Back |Leap2]]

His body seemingly unable to ward off the biting cold of the winter air. Your heart goes out to him as you empathise with his discomfort. [[Back |Leap2]]

"Thanks..." he whispers in broken English, his eyes fixed on the menu. "The words are a bit small, you know..." I smile at him and reply [["A piping hot cup of black coffee might do the trick." |hot1]] [["Take your time, mate. Let me know if you need help with the menu. Feel free to hang around till the rain eases off." |hot2]]

"Coffee?" He gives me a puzzled look, "coffee... expensive, no?" I reply [["A piping hot cup of black coffee maybe" |cof1]] [["It's on me. |cof2]]

The man hesitantly takes a few coins out of his pocket and asks, "The cheapest, how much?" "It's a black coffee. Just £2," I respond. He slips the coin back into his pocket, ponders for a moment, and apologises. [["England, so expensive!" you hear him mutter the words in frustration. |End1]]

The man gives you a [[thankful look]] and quickly scans the room, eyeing the seat in the corner. He pats his shirt and trousers, then grabs a tissue from the table and [[gently wipes the chair. |cof]]

His eyes reflecting a sense of helplessness mixed with appreciation, like a lost sailor spotting a guiding lighthouse amidst a stormy sea. [[Back |hot2]]

The man hesitantly takes a few coins out of his pocket and asks, "The cheapest, how much?" "It's a black coffee. Just £2," I respond. He slips the coin back into his pocket, ponders for a moment, and apologises. "England, so expensive!" you hear him mutter the words in frustration. [[I make him a a black coffee in a to-go cup and he quickly leaves, even in the pouring rain. |Final End1]]

"Oh, you very kind, but I can't..." he responds with gratitude and uncertainty. "Make yourself at home, sir. How about a Vietnamese hot coffee? It will keep you warm," you suggest warmly. "[[Vietnamese]]... May I ask... if you have Turkish coffee?" he inquires curiously. I reply [["It's not on the menu, but maybe I can give it a try... Are you Turkish?" |cof3]] [["Sorry, I've never made Turkish coffee, is hot coffee okay?" |cof4]]

The man is thinking what is Vietnamese? It's on his face. [[Back |cof2]]

"Not Turkey. My home is Albania," he clarifies with a slight smile. "Sorry for that! Albania must be a beautiful country, too!" you respond warmly. "Yes yes," he replies, I notice a glimmer of hope in his previously sorrowful face. I reply [["Alas, sometimes we have to leave our beautiful homeland." |cof3.1]] [["I also miss my beautiful home country, Vietnam." |cof3.2]]

"[[Hot coffee]] is fine. More sugar, please." I nod my head acknowledging his request, "Life can be tough, especially when you're new around here, but a little extra sweetness goes a long way, eh?" "Yes...being new here is not easy...can be dangerous here…" his voice trails off, and he [[starts glancing]] nervously at his surroundings again. Picking up on his nervousness, I decide to lighten the mood with a joke: [["Alas, why do people always run from one tiring place to another?" |cof3.1]] [[“Relax mate, no one is out to get you unless you're breaking the law haha...” |cof3.21]]

"The home's far" "Yeah, haven't had the chance to go back since I opened this shop. Luckily my family came to visit me once last year." "Wow. Your family can come and see you legally." I reply [["Seems like you miss your family very much.” |cod3.21]] [[“Haha surely you wish your family to come and see you, even if its illegally.” |cof3.21]]

He is silent for a moment and asks in a low voice, as if to himself, "Why do people always leave home?" [["Well, everyone deserves the chance to find a better life, don't they?" |cof3.11]] [["Sometimes we have to, even when we miss our family." |cod3.21]]

“Yes, a better life……But it’s hard,” The man replies. "A better life always requires effort." I hand him the hot coffee, "“Where are you going, sir? Catching a train on a rainy day is hard.” “Um... London, perhaps.” I reply [[“Really? I went to university in London, which is a real place of opportunity and expensive prices." |End2]] [["Best of luck wherever you're headed. Take care!" |End3.1]]

“Yes... They haven’t been here yet.” “Are they still in Albania?” I ask. "Yes. They come, but I need more money... I make sure they can come.", The man murmurs the words reflectively as I hand him the coffee. I reply [[“It’s the immigration policy, Isn't it?" |End2]] [["I know it's difficult to settle down in a new country, I've been there, hopefully you will be able to have a reunion in time." |End2]]

"Yes... I don't know... Thanks for the coffee kind man, I have to go now." Before I realize it, [[the man]] has already left the coffee shop. [[As the rain outside intensifies, I can't help but worry that he might catch a cold. |Final End3]]

"Thank you. Thank you." He takes the coffee and takes a sip. "It's different from coffee in my hometown. But this good too." [["Glad you like it. Find a seat and enjoy!" |End3]]

"I don't mean like that!" The man suddenly becomes anxious, raising his voice and placing his coffee down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you. It was just a [[light hearted joke]]..." [[I apologise. |End1]]

You're bad at this, your wife told you that you are. Should've just taken her advice to stop making light hearted jokes in moments like these. [[Back |cof3.21]]

I watch as the man hastily drinks the hot coffee I made him and swiftly departs from the coffee shop, disappearing into the rainy streets. What a strange man. [[With the rain growing heavier outside, I can't help but worry about him catching a cold. |Final End2]]

You get distracted by a frame in the cafe. A Somali Proverb- "There are stories hidden beneath the surface of the sea." [[Back |End2]]

After a few moments, I see him standing up and walking towards me. "The rain has stopped and it's time for me to go." "You're welcome to come back to cafe whenever you are back in Brighton" "You are a kind man, but... I'm afraid I have a lot to do now. I might never." "[[Good luck]] to you then!" I say. The man, who seemed to have a tight string on his back, finally relaxes a little and smiles gratefully at me. "The train is about to leave. [[Forgive me for parting."]] [[He leaves. |Final End3]]

You genuinely hope things go well for this man, wherever life takes him. [[Back |End3]]

Më fal për ndarjen. Forgive me for parting. [[Back |End3]]

The moring hours have passed. I'm caught up in the usual coffee-making frenzy behind the counter. Grinding beans, frothing milk, you know the drill. <<linkreplace "But amidst the hustle and bustle, a conversation between two customers grabs my attention.">> \ They drop the name I haven't heard in ages- [[good ol' Ravi.]] [[I try to listen to their conversation. |Fend1]] <</linkreplace>> \

After you learned Mr. 8:45’s real name, he continued to come every morning for a few weeks to get a takeaway hot Americano. He always had a serious look on his face and invariably refused to give into your small talk. You can't pinpoint the exact day Ravi stopped coming around. [[Back |Final End1]]

The two customers chatting: "And you know what? I've been wondering about Ravi too. It feels like ages since we last heard anything about him. Not even in the [[office]]" "Oh, haven't you heard? He's really been down on his luck ever since he got laid off. It hit him hard, and he ended up turning to the bottle." "Wait, Ravi? Drinking? That's hard to believe. I used to look up to him, taught me so much when I first joined the team." "I kid you not, I actually saw him drunk on a beach bench not too long ago. It was quite a shock. But you know what's fortunate? I heard he's moved to another town to work in his relative's grocery shop." [[Tune out |Fend2]]

Ravi's young colleagues. [[Back |Fend1]]

As I listen to their conversation, I can't help but wonder if a few more words of concern that day would have made a difference for Ravi. In this little corner of the world, I've learned that life's journeys may take unexpected turns.

"Morning." A familiar voice greets me. "It's you, Ravi," I respond with a warm smile, glad to see him. "I just saw a homeless man walk out of your shop. Who's that?" Ravi asks curiously. "Just another poor chap away from home," I explain with a tinge of sadness. "But enough about that. A hot Americano to take away, right?" I ask, ready to prepare his usual drink. "Yes, I'm heading to [[my friend]] Phillip's house. The poor old man relies on his computer to pass the time, and I need to help him fix it quickly," Ravi shares, a hint of purpose in his voice. "It sounds like your new job is going well!" I remark, genuinely happy for him. "Not the most glamorous job, to be honest. Computers aren't my passion, but this unofficial gig has pulled me out of the pit of unemployment," Ravi confesses. [["And it seems like you've made some new friends along the way," I note, observing the positive change in him. |Fend3]]

Two weeks after getting laid off, Ravi stumbled upon a community center in Brighton and thought, "Why not give it a shot?" Little did he know that this decision would change his life. He started visiting regularly, mingling with the locals, and before he knew it, he became a familiar face. It wasn't long before he struck up conversations, shared stories, and made genuine connections with people from all walks of life. In the company of newfound friends, Ravi began to see that work is just a part of life, and there's a whole world of experiences waiting to be explored. [[Back |Final End2]]

"That's one of the most rewarding aspects of it," Ravi admits with a contented smile. "Before, all I cared about was keeping my job and barely acknowledging the people around me" "It's never too late to say hello," I reassure him, emphasizing the importance of human connection. "Yeah, and now I finally feel like I'm truly part of this town. I'm even thinking of moving here." Ravi shares with a sense of relief, [[taking his regular drink from me. |Fend4]]

As Ravi walks away, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Seeing him find his place in the community, building relationships, and finding meaning in his work reminds me of the power of small gestures and the impact they can have on someone's life. In this little coffee shop, where conversations flow and connections are made, I am reminded that sometimes the most fulfilling moments come from the simplest acts of kindness and genuine human interaction. That deep down, we all crave that human connection in this vast busy world we live in.

The wind chimes at the door jingle, carrying the delightful scent of freshly baked bread. "Ah, here comes [[our master baker!]]" I remark without even looking up, knowing exactly who it is. "I just saw a homeless man walk out of your shop. Who's that?" Ravi asks curiously. "Just another unfortunate soul away from his homeland... But hey, Ravi, what delicious treat have you brought me today?" I reply with a smile. "Your all-time favourite cinnamon rolls, but with my secret recipe added!" Ravi announces proudly. [[His voice exudes a newfound confidence that wasn't there before, and I can't help but notice. |Fend5]]

A couple of weeks after he got laid off, Ravi surprised you with a batch of his homemade atta biscuits. With a hopeful look in his eyes, he asked if I would give him a chance to showcase his baking skills at the cafe. Trusting your intuition, you saw the opportunity and decided to take it a step further. You suggested that we work together to create a menu that perfectly complemented the cafe's offerings. And so, the collaboration began, blending his passion for baking with your cafe's vision. Little did you know that your light-hearted joke would lead to a partnership. [[Back |Final End3]]

"Thanks to your incredible baking skills, the cafe has been thriving lately!" I express my gratitude. "I owe it all to you, my friend. If it weren't for your support and encouragement, I'd probably still be wallowing in unemployment, missing out on this," Ravi admits gratefully. "Well, I'm glad my nosiness led me to help you that day," I chuckle, half-jokingly. "Otherwise, the people of Brighton would have been deprived of a master baker like you." As unspoken laughter fills the air, mingling with the inviting aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, the atmosphere in my beloved coffee shop becomes even more warm and welcoming.

Six months have passed. Brighton sparkles with a frost-kissed charm. Like the ever-changing menu of the bustling Been There, Brew That, our lives became [[a mosaic of diverse experiences. |LeapAlt2]]

Wrapped in a cosy coat and a stylish scarf, you brave the chilly air with a sense of resilience. From making steaming cups of hot chocolate to sipping on them, [[you embrace the cold. |Final End1]]

Created by Jiayi Zhao, Jingxuan Zhao, Seong Te Park and Tanvi Kapoor

Two customers sitting near the entrance engage in a heated argument, catching your eye and making you concerned about the potential disruption and the need to intervene if the situation escalates.

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Cà Phê Sữa Nóng. A simple traditional Vietnamese hot coffee: 2 tablespoons of dark roast Vietnamese ground coffee 2 tablespoons of sweetened condensed milk 1 cup of hot water [[Back |cof4]]

You're bad at this, your wife told you that you are. Should've just taken her advice to stop making light hearted jokes in moments like these. [[Back |cof4]]

<<linkreplace "By the end of 2021, 89.3 million people were forcibly displaced worldwide as a result of persecution, conflict, violence or human rights violations.">>\ This man lives in such fear of revealing his identity that he remains nameless, even to those who encounter him. That's why he remains on high alert, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, wary of any potential danger. Every unfamiliar face, every sudden movement, sends a wave of nervousness through him. [[Back |cof4]] <</linkreplace>> \