Coffee?

Alice were nervously drumming her fingers on the surface of the huge coffee machine in the hall. She was not yet late and she desperately needed her daily sip of coffee. You wouldn'd say that she liked the taste of it, it was more of a ritual for her. Two cups in the morning and various amounts when meeting friends. Those coffee machines were so teasingly slow that she wondered how many people tend to lose their temper in front of one. (esspecially taking into account that it all happen before they get their coffee, if they get it at all). Sometimes she wondered if it all is just amazing PR for coffee but then she remembered tea and jogging. Both of those seemed so great and fun when done by others. However, for her, tea just wasn't thick enough and jogging seemed more like a torture. Therefore there must be something else about coffee that she keeps sticking to it.