Read The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop

It was a cloudy day with strong wind blowing outside the door. A boy just sat at the nearest chair to the window, looking through the clear glass with his mind flying in the air. The coffee shop 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 warm liquid inside. Suddenly, he stopped his hand 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 question of the day. The lady stared at the boy for a moment, then continued drinking the black coffee on her hand.

"What do you think" the lady asked back. That boy disliked it when people answered him with another question.

"Normally, it's about temperature, right? It's a condition when the temperature feels a bit higher than the normal, but not to the point it's too hot, " he answered lightly.

The lady just smiled faintly, "It might be right, if we are talking about warm as an adjective. But is it warmth? And, how hot or cold is normal temperature, anyway?"

The boy glared at the owner. He had been bitten by his own question. "I don't know, I just blabbered I guess. That's why I asked you, come to the beginning, owner." The boy threw his eyes through the window, looking at the rain drops which started falling down.

There was silence between the two of them. It was not a very busy morning outside. Despite the rain, nobody entered the coffee shop to seek shelter. The boy was enjoying the rain drops racing down the earth, almost like he already forgot their discussion. Without the boy realising, the old lady returned back to the kitchen and brought back a plate with a slice of carrot cake with her.

"Doesn't it depend on how you feel? Whether physically or at heart?" The lady finally broke the silence and took him seriously. She started digging on the carrot cake she made earlier.
"Depends on how I feel? Physically or at heart?"
"Doesn't it?"
"What does it mean?"

The lady dropped her fork, what a cute question, she thought.

"Isn't it obvious? How does you feel on your cup of coffee milk? Is it too hot?"
"Not really, in fact, it's warm enough. The weather is suitable for this."
"How about if today was in a mid-summer, the sun shone so brightly, you were sitting with sweats dripping out your skin. Would you say that the coffee is warm enough?"

The boy looked at the old lady for a while before finally saying, "No, I don't think so. I think it would be too hot for a cup of coffee under summer heat. I would prefer a glass of ice coffee instead."

And suddenly the boy's eyes widen up with enthusiasm.

"Then, that's it," she took another mouthful of her cake.