Saturday 10 in the morning. The Coffee. Coffee, coffee and the mood. An adult respectable man picked up a pack of baked food and a couple of coffee. The barista:
What kind of milk and sugar do I need?
for a minute.

Receives a mobile communication device (as well and convenient, in the last century would have had to run into a telephone machine):
and allo! Sora my daughter! and Moning. Papua is not far away. He wants to chew you with bread and boiling drink. Coffee with milk...what? For a moment, he asks the barista, “Sorry, do you have a cold beer?”