She prefers mediocre coffee

Not quite the freeze-dried granules you get in jars, and she’d settle for the fancier fine powder that comes in an orange-lidded tin, though she suspects it’s just the same as the granules, with a facelift. But she’d take either of them over good coffee. The high-end stuff, comes in a compostable cup, costs €3.80 for black with no frills, 50c more for alternative milk, plus a request for a tip on the iPad presented to you at the till for contactless payment, handed to you by a smiling androgynous barista with a septum piercing. 
Good coffee tastes floral. Like drinking a bottle of CHANEL no. 5. No wonder it’s so expensive. 
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