Cappuccino. Did you know it's the world's most popular coffee drink?
One word and I was completely fucked over for the rest of the day. After hearing the word, anxiety crippled my senses and I struggled to get by for the rest of the day. I knew the theory of making coffee like the back of my hand, but that didn't matter. Suddenly I was getting orders wrong, mixing drinks incorrectly, the works. No matter what I did, it played out the same way every time. If I did get it under control, hearing the word cappuccino again just made everything start all over.
Sometimes it came at the very beginning of a shift. Sometimes it took a few minutes. Inevitably it would come though. I don't know what the fuck I had been trying to prove all these years. Taking barista job after job, trying to break the cycle of completely losing my shit every time. Even when Grandpa Kendrick's fixer offered me an assortment of choices for jobs to blend in, I still chose this.
