I was standing in China near a coffee shop, waiting for a girlfriend. It’s cold, it’s raining, I’ve forgotten my jacket, my phone is discharged, my girlfriend is late and I don’t know when she’s coming, I don’t know Chinese — in general, the whole set. I stand on the nerves, I eat from the cold, as suddenly a guy barista comes out and quietly stretches me latte. I hesitated at the wallet, but he only nodded his head, turned me a glass, smiled and went on to work. No names, no dialogue, only a minute episode, but I still remember that delicious coffee.