He always ordered two cups of coffee, though he came alone. One for himself, one for whoever needed warmth that day. Sometimes a stranger sat down, sometimes the cup cooled untouched. Either way, the aroma filled the café with quiet hope.
He always ordered two cups of coffee, though he came alone. One for himself, one for whoever needed warmth that day. Sometimes a stranger sat down, sometimes the cup cooled untouched. Either way, the aroma filled the café with quiet hope.