SARAH
(She leans against the counter, defeated.)
I just need coffee. I don't care if it's art or biology experiments. Just caffeine. Please.
MARK
You know I don’t serve sludge. I only have these Ethiopian Yirgacheffes right now. Notes of jasmine and apricot. Very floral.
SARAH
Mark, if you don't give me caffeine in the next three minutes, the only note you're going to smell is despair and passive aggression.
MARK
(He pulls a perfect shot of espresso, a beautiful crema forming on top.)
Patience is a virtue, Sarah.
SARAH
So is basic human decency. Hand it over.
(He pours the espresso into a tiny cup and slides it across the counter to her.)
MARK
One ounce. Drink it slowly. Savour the complexity.
SARAH
(She stares at the tiny cup, then at him.)
One ounce? That's barely a sip! That's a teaser, not a coffee!
MARK
It’s concentrated flavour.
(Sarah grabs the tiny cup and downs it in one swift motion, shuddering slightly.)
SARAH
Apricot. Yeah, okay. Now I need about five more of those, and maybe a bagel.
MARK
(Smiling smugly)
Feeling better?
SARAH
Ask me again in exactly thirty seconds when the caffeine hits my bloodstream.
(She grabs her bag and runs for the door.)
SARAH
And buy a new French press lid!
(SARAH exits. MARK picks up his avocado and a knife, humming happily.)
(FADE OUT)
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