First Crack, Fruity Notes and the Peace of God

“Shh. Hang on just one second. I need to listen.”

The exhaust fan above the stove droned on, rattling the picture frames in the front room. The drum of the roaster hummed its subtle whir as the beans tumbled inside. The smoky, rich aroma of roasting coffee tingled through my nose. Zachary talked about the latest Marvel fan theory… or maybe he was talking…