Raine padded into the kitchen barefoot, the hem of her oversized hoodie brushing her thighs. She yawned helplessly.
Waking her up this early just to make coffee was the worst thing she has been asked to do her entire lifetime.
She reached for the glass jar on the open shelf, lifting the lid with a soft pop. Inside, glossy, dark roasted coffee beans stared back at her . She breathed in deeply — that rich, earthy aroma already waking her up .
She has never made coffee before but she has watched her mother do that. That smell of coffee reminded her of home
Scooping a handful into the grinder, she smiled. She turned the hand crank slowly, savoring the rhythmic scrape of metal against metal and the scent that grew stronger with each turn. When she was done, she opened the lid, revealing a mound of freshly ground coffee
