I had just finished my bike ride sightseeing the city. Walking through the lobby, I noticed the canister holding the free coffee next to the staircase. Going up the elevator to my room I realized that a nice cup of iced coffee would be wonderful. Sweat still dripping and hair in disarray, I left my bike in the room and hopped into the elevator. A girl in her early twenties,black straight hair and an orange fake-n-bake tan was holding a cup of coffee with the lid stained with lipstick. She was leaning against the side rail.
"That is exactly what I was looking for, except with ice."
Looking up she smiles and replies, "It is free downstairs next to the concierge."
Two floors further down and a greying man steps in while attempting to.cover his mouth in a yawn.
The girl and I giggle. The man in the purple stripped polo looks at us questioningly.
"We were just talking about needing a cup of coffee and you stepped in yawning. Ironic, no?"
He smiles, turns to face the door which then opens into the lobby.
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