Kwame walks into the pharmacy. There is a small café inside. He can smell fresh coffee. There are many people inside today. The line is very long. Kwame stands at the back of the line. He looks at the menu on the wall. There are many drinks to choose from. He wants a large coffee with milk. He also wants a cookie. He reads the menu again. He is not sure which coffee to order. A woman in front of him turns around. She smiles at him.

She says, "The cappuccino here is really good." Kwame reaches the front of the line. He smiles at the server. The server looks tired. There are many customers today. The server says, "What can I get you?" Kwame says, "Can I have a large cappuccino, please?" The server nods and types on a small screen. Then she asks, "Do you want anything else?" Kwame says, "Yes, can I have a cookie too?" The server says, "Of course." She writes his name on a cup. She gives him a number. She says, "Your order will be ready soon." Kwame says, "Thank you very much." He moves to the side to wait. Kwame waits near the counter. The café is very noisy. People are talking loudly. A baby is crying near the door. Kwame looks at his phone.

He waits for five minutes. Then the server calls his name. She puts his coffee and cookie on the counter. Kwame picks them up. He takes a sip of the coffee. It is hot and delicious. He smiles. He thinks the woman in line was right. He bites into the cookie. It is soft and sweet. Kwame is very happy. He finds a seat near the window. He enjoys his coffee and cookie.

Kwame pushes open the door of the pharmacy and is immediately hit by the rich smell of fresh coffee. Tucked into the back corner is a small café, and today it is packed with customers. The line stretches almost to the entrance, and the hum of conversation fills the room. Kwame joins the back of the line and studies the menu board hanging above the counter. There are more options than he expected, and he is still deciding when the woman ahead of him turns around. "If you like strong coffee, go for the cappuccino," she says with a friendly smile.

"It is the best thing they make here." Kwame thanks her and makes up his mind. When Kwame finally reaches the front, the server greets him with a polite but exhausted smile. "What can I get you?" she asks, her fingers already hovering over the touchscreen. "A large cappuccino, please," Kwame replies, "and could I add a cookie to that?" The server confirms the order and asks for his name before writing it on the side of the cup. She hands him a number card and says, "It should not be too long a wait." Kwame steps aside and finds a small space near the wall where he can stand while other customers continue to stream in behind him. The café grows louder by the minute, and Kwame checks his phone to pass the time.

After about five minutes, the server calls his name clearly above the noise. He collects his cappuccino and cookie from the counter, takes a careful sip, and is immediately glad he took the stranger's advice. The coffee is smooth, strong, and just hot enough. He bites into the cookie, which is soft and lightly sweet. Spotting a free seat by the window, Kwame settles in and decides to enjoy every last drop before heading back to his day.