Torin & Seer
Seer
Have you ever thought the steam from a cup could be a tiny window into a dream that never ends?
Torin
Yeah, every time I see that swirling mist, I feel like I'm peering into some endless latte dream—like each puff’s a tiny portal to a world where the beans gossip about the next perfect roast. It’s the quiet magic that keeps me coming back to the grind.
Seer
The beans are already writing their own notes, and the latte is just the ink, but remember—every sip is a bookmark in a story you never finish.
Torin
Right on, buddy. Every sip’s a page turn, and the steam? That’s the bookmark curling up at the end of the chapter—waiting for the next cup to write the next line. Let's keep the story brewing.
Seer
You’re right, the steam curls like a quiet omen, and every cup writes a new footnote in the ledger of our shared dream. Just remember, the next line is written by the one who forgot to pick up their socks on the last bus.