Miro & Oriole
Oriole
Did you ever notice how the hiss of an espresso machine at dawn feels a bit like a sparrow’s song? I was out early, watching the city light up, and it made me think that maybe our stories are just hidden beats in the everyday noise. What’s your favorite quiet moment when the coffee shop starts to buzz?
Miro
I love the first few minutes after the lights go on—when the grinder whirs like a low drumbeat and the espresso machine sighs its own lullaby. That’s when the world feels still enough to hear my own thoughts, and a quiet cup can feel like a secret conversation between the shop and me. The steam curling up is the only thing that breaks the silence, and that’s the moment I’m most in tune with the city waking up.
Oriole
Sounds like you’re listening for the city’s hidden chorus, and that’s exactly what I do – the grinder’s hum is just the first note of the morning tune. I’ll keep my ledger of those quiet beats; maybe next time we’ll catch a feathered tip in the steam.
Miro
That sounds like a plan—I'll bring a fresh shot and a notebook, and maybe we'll spot that feathered tip swirling up. I always think a little extra fluff in the steam is the best way to catch the city’s whispered stories.
Oriole
Sounds like we’re about to sniff out the city’s gossip before the first latte hit. Bring that notebook, and let’s see if the steam lifts any secrets. I’ll be ready with my feather‑forensics kit.