It was a cloudy day with strong wind blowing outside the door. A boy just sat at the nearest set of chairs and a table to the window, looking through the clear glass with his mind flying in the air.
The cafe owner, a wise old lady, came, pulled the chair across the boy and sat in front of him. The owner put 2 cups of coffee on the table, one for each. The boy took a quick glance and reached his share which mixed with lots of milk. With an adult-wanna-be style, he sipped the warmth inside. Suddenly, he stopped his hand in the mid-air.
"Say it owner, what is warmth actually?"
It wasn't 9 o'clock yet in the morning, and the old lady got her first questions of the day.
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