SOPHIA’S POV
I hustled through my morning routine, the promise of a hot cup of Starbucks coffee became my beacon of hope. The college grind had a way of leaving me perpetually sleep-deprived, and caffeine was my trusted ally in the battle against exhaustion.
I slipped into my favorite jeans, hastily tugged on a sweater, and grabbed my bag. It was one of those mornings where every minute counted. My father's lessons about punctuality echoed in my mind as I dashed out the door.
The Starbucks was just a short walk from my apartment, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned me from a block away. I joined the line, mentally rehearsing my order – a venti caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso. My secret weapon for surviving morning lectures.
Finally, it was my turn at the co
