Eyes widened, he gulped one mouthful after another. 'It's nothing like you've ever tried before. His friend looked at him in bewilderment. The man who had paid me drained his coffee in seconds, in spite of its scorching heat.

I poured them into the potion bottles once again, and handed them over to the enthusiastic man and his sceptical friend. When the distinctive, swirling brown came out, I knew I had struck gold once again. I retreated back into the kitchen, retracing my recipe as best as I could. He took out his wallet, slamming two 20-dollar bills on the table. 'Could I please have another Magic Potion. He grabbed my hands enthusiastically, which was unexpected. 'Good, you're still here,' the man rushed up to me. 'Magic Potion? What the hell, man,' the friend said. The Magic Potion was the best thing I've ever drunk. When I drank it, I literally forgot all my troubles. Everything I've tried didn't work,' said the friend. 'Dude, you really gotta try this,' he said enthusiastically. To my surprise, that person came back in about 30 minutes, bringing a disinterested friend with him. Guess thousands of homogenized coffee chains in the city can drive people to do crazy things. The man immediately jumped up, speeding out of my door and into the distance. Then in the blink of an eye, the entire drink disappeared down his throat. You can have this for free, if you'd like.' Very original, I thought to myself as I winced slightly. Initially, he probably just wanted a normal cup of coffee, but his eyes became glued towards the little potion I had sitting on the counter. I probably looked like him just a few months back, so I could definitely relate.

While I was experimenting with it, a bored-looking man walked into my store, the typical stereotype of an office worker struggling to keep up with corporate culture. Swirling it around revealed intense curls of grey and black in the mostly brown mixture. I even put it in a little glass potion bottle, because why the hell not? It somehow. I didn't even particular cared what it tasted like. It just had to taste like something different, something unique. I just mixed in whatever coffee beans I had left, along with a mish mash of actual milk, almond mlk, oat milk. I came up with something that nobody ever had. Actually, I've been at the end for a long while, and I was ready to jump off the cliff into the great unknown. Before I knew it, I obviously couldn't afford rent for another month, a lovely story that had been told ever since I started this endeavour. Which also afforded me a lot of time to daydream, considering the amount of customers I had. Yes, yes, it's a terrible idea, and I knew it. It all started with my dream of owning a coffee shop in Brooklyn.

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