Fog before Therapy

 There I was, fifteen minutes early for my session with one thing on my mind - I knew there was a Fog with my name on it nearby. I wandered over in the hot sun and strolled into the Milano Cafe, of which I had visited a handful of times before. I quickly ordered my Fog, pretended to look at something important on my phone as I waited, then grabbed the Fog as it was served. 

Now, this Fog was something different right from the get-go. This Fog has some personality to it (I say as though every Fog didn't have personality), but this one had a personality which would be equivalent to someone earning a double take from a passive scroller on Tinder. This Fog had flair, with the tea bag a sharp rectangular shape, jutting out from one side as if to announce to the world of its presence, "Look at me", it said unapologetically. It didn't care that it was a little impractical or unnecessary, no - that Tea was living to be noticed and I am here for it. 

After sheltering the Fog with a lid (I had only now ten minutes to walk to my building), I took a sip and smiled - it was a good Fog. Light with good flavour, maybe a little heavy on the sweetener but I much prefer too sweet than not enough (same with people). 

7/10 Fog. 

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