Journey to Starbucks
It was mid-summer and the sun was smoldering. The sunlight beating on my face, I began to feel a thirst. A unique kind of thirst. The kind of mouth-watering thirst that can only be quenched by STARBUCKS! I suggested my bright idea to my brother, Cole. The idea of a drink piqued his interest, but the walk, not so much. He suggested riding his bike to the shop. When I turned him down he complained, rolling his eyes. But when I let him know he wouldn’t be receiving a drink from me he shut his mouth and started walking.
We set off on our adventure and instantly realized just how scorching hot it was. Within the first five minutes, our foreheads were gleaming in the sweltering sun from sweat. But still, we trekked with the thirst-quenching thought of frappuccinos still in mind. Skip to halfway through and the walk in the crippling heat was taking longer than expected. Cole started complaining again (does he ever stop?). But I attempted to plug my ears and tried to march on.
About three quarters of the way there we saw a light in the distance. Before us was an evergreen Dollarama containing sweet, sweet air conditioning. Red-cheeked and sweaty we sprinted to the cool store. We stepped into the shop, faint from the sun and nearly collapsed from the heavenly release from heat. After browsing the store for ten minutes we stepped back into the sun, still craving sugary frappes.
Walking across the parking lot I could almost taste my beverage in my mouth. We stepped into the empty Starbucks to joyous air conditioning once again. I walked up to the counter and spoke the words that had been waiting on my lips the whole walk. “S’mores Frappuccino please.”
“Together at last,” I mumbled to myself as I clasped the drink marked with my name. The first taste of caffeinated sweetness was the best. It felt like crawling under a cozy blanket on a chilly night.
We exited the empty café, our warm hands melting our frozen s’mores drinks. Our frosty frappuccinos cooled us, making time go by faster as we walked back where we had just come from. I was home and finished my heaven-of-a-drink in no time, with Cole trailing behind me. That drink on that boiling summer day was truly the most blissful thing I have ever tasted.