Torin & Isla
Isla
Hey Torin, I was sipping some coffee the other day and thought about how the scent could paint a morning in words—do you ever feel like your brews inspire a line of poetry?
Torin
Yeah, every espresso shot is like a stanza in a sunlit poem, the crema swirling like a sunrise on a page. Just pour a cup and let the aroma write itself.
Isla
I can almost taste the sunrise in that crema, each swirl a quiet sigh of light. When the mug feels warm, do you ever pause and let the steam become a verse?
Torin
Sure thing—when the steam curls up, I let it draft a quick verse in my head. Like, “Steam rises, quiet sunrise, whispering warmth.” It’s a little pause that tastes like a breath of coffee poetry.
Isla
That line feels like a soft lullaby between sips, like the world taking a breath and holding it for a second. It’s little moments that remind me the universe still whispers when we pause.
Torin
I love that vibe—every pause in a cup feels like a mini breath of the universe. Just keep sipping and letting the quiet moments flow, like a song we’re all humming together.
Isla
It’s as if the quiet hum of a coffee mug becomes a choir of stars, each sip a note we all share in silence.