Caramel Coffee: Chapter I

Tiffany Hwang

It was one winter morning –one of those repetitive days in the season where a massive land covered with glacier-like snowfall is anywhere under the radar. Days in the season where the best decision a sane human could make is to stay at home or hangout with a fireplace; burn yourself or anything else. Early in the morning and kids are up for some snowball fight. It was a product of Tiffany’s childhood, too.

Kids, wearing their best winter fashions, threw the thought of having zero degrees outside away. Enjoyed every second instead, as if freezing was actually fun. There were ice castles and tower wannabes everywhere; and not to mention, an unusual-looking snowman. The roads were scarcely visible and cars were stuck down to the ground.

A gentle breeze whistled across the trees, disturbing the peaceful resting of ice on its leaves and twigs. Tiffany felt it deep down to her soul. Though the sight of ice crystals innocently meeting the ground seems to be really enthusiastic, Tiffany couldn’t help but to feel these flakes send shiver of frigidness all the way through her whole body. The brunette was wearing three thick layers of sweaters, yet barely serves any protection from the eccentric temperature at all. If there was one idea she thought would be great at this point –it’d be a coffee. This’d be better than being drowned with chain or series of absurd and depressive