#coffeine

It was one of those early summer mornings when the heat already clung to the air before breakfast. The city was still half asleep — but he was awake. Always a little too early, always a little too naked.

He stepped onto the balcony, completely bare, the coffee cup warm in his hand. The morning air slid over his skin like a silent caress. He closed his eyes and took a slow sip. Black coffee, strong and bitter — just the way he liked it.

Across the courtyard, behind half-drawn curtains, something moved. A flicker. A presence. Maybe a gaze.

He already knew he wasn’t alone. The woman on the third floor had her own morning ritual — though she often forgot to close the curtain all the way. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all.

He took his time. Shifted his stance, let the sunlight trace the lines of his body, every muscle relaxed, every motion effortlessly confident. He drank slowly, deliberately. Every sip a quiet performance.

Captured this massive coffe cup in Larnaca some days, I feel like I could drink one just as big! 🧋 Sometimes it takes more coffee than usual to keep me going but it depends on the type. Some brews leave me feeling energized, while others somehow make my sleepy.

Anyone else have this coffe conundrum?