Walked in on a cloudy day feeling like I needed something sweet so I skipped the usual house black coffee and go for the mocha. Patiently waiting as I watched a few lattes get made in front of me I let my mind wander and my look lingered longingly out on church street, name after name rang out as fellow patrons picked up their coffee to go. Finally my attention fixed back on the espresso machine, I saw the chocolate getting prepped and knew my turn was up... each step in the process was meticulous up to the cream flower that looked frothily at me as I heard my name called out and I happily picked up my mocha and stole a sip of it, just the right level of creaminess as I happily was confirmed content with my purchase.