The Smell of Coffee

They bring in their posh french coffee press every morning. I smile as the husband passes it through the little window and I place it on the stove. It’s been the fifth morning that we’ve done this and it’s beginning to feel part of my routine. The couple staying in room one are from Melbourne and they’ve been married twenty five years and counting! The little french coffee press travels closely with them everywhere they go so that’s why I find myself handing it back with brimming hot coffee. I like this couple. I like the small talk and the smell of coffee that follows them. I think that I’ll like working in a place where I get to be part of someones life even if it’s for that brief moment in the morning. I think I’ll enjoy it here.