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Ode To A Special Blend...

The waitress refilled his cup and walked away to the next table, like an automaton doing a job. Not really caring, being robotic.
Max lit another cigarette and took a long pull from it. He was glad that this reality hadn't even heard of the anti-smoking movement yet. 
"Penny for your thoughts?" Maggie asked as she slid into the booth beside him. "You look like you could use some company at the moment." 
"Just thinking," he replied; his eyes seemed far and distant.  
"About something in particular or in general?" she asked, snuggling closer to him. 
"About the perfect cup of coffee," he said with a fond remembrance smile.