Got a quad shot mocha for my writing drink today. The baristas are so earnest about their art. It’s become a habit for me to play critic with the outcomes.

Shannon finished my mocha with a central daisy, with two hearts rising on either side. Cool. I complimented her work. They always brim my drink so I always take the first swallows at the counter before walking away. This time, after doing so, I looked down to see how the art had changed, and discovered a worm hole, such as you’d see in Star Trek.

I pointed it out to Shannon. “That totally does,” she answered. “Are you going to use it in your next story?”

I laughed. “Of course.”

“I want royalties.”

I laughed more. “So do I.”