Brewing Coffee While The Phone Buzzed
The phone continued to buzz against my palm, a relentless reminder of the chaos I had left behind. I set it down on the cool granite of the kitchen counter, face up this time.
The screen lit up immediately with yet another incoming call from Mark. I ignored it and turned my attention to the coffee machine in the corner.
The rich aroma of dark roast soon filled the kitchen, providing a grounding scent amidst the digital storm.