Anon doesn't like coffee

I don't want a drink. I want... reckoning. You think a latte is just a beverage. I see it as a delivery system for devastation. I’ll spend all morning in Starbucks. I don’t buy anything. I just...wait. I have a thermal label printer. And a roll of official Starbucks stickers. I wait for couples, the happy ones. The ones who think they have a “future.” When the barista looks away, I slap a second sticker on the bottom of the girl’s cup. You probably wonder what the sticker says. But it doesn't matter who we are... what matters is our plan. And my plan is simple. The sticker says, “I know about the other person. We need to talk tonight.” They are going to spend the rest of their day, maybe even, their entire week. Thinking their partner is cheating on them. Make no mistake, I’m not interested in “fun”. I’m interested in the coin toss of fate. By the time they finish that macchiato and see the message...the poison is already in the well. They’ll look at their partner and see a stranger. What’s the most you ever lost on a coffee run? Their “love”, their “trust”…it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. I’m just showing them how thin the ice really is. I’m an agent of...clarity. ☕️