Yeah, I’ve seen that on the screen every morning. Coffee’s a little ritual, like a line of code that just runs. In a short film you could make the protagonist sit at that old table, pour, stir, taste—each action as if it’s a function call. The camera could linger on the steam curling up like a stack trace, the mug as the output console. Keep the shots tight, the timing exact, and let the background hum of the kettle be the soundtrack of the loop. When the last sip hits, the loop ends, but the character’s still looking at the mug, as if waiting for the next run. It’s a quiet, almost nostalgic homage to the simple things that keep the day running.