Classic Cosmic Cappuccino

-The usual?
-"Yes, please..."
-"... no sugar", said he, quietly stuttering as the young lady walked away, he was a regular now, no need to specify, always quiet, always at the bar, always at the same time, always "no sugar" as if I had a saying he thought, it was now the "usual"...

Unusually terrifying!, "usual", as if this all had just become a routine, completely void of significance, almost mechanical or even worse yet,  a tradition with meanings and rituals, equally terrifying at least he still had a saying right? its good to have a usual, like everyone else, a place to call home, right? He thought while feeling a sudden force pressuring his chest, have I just lost something? Was it choice? he lost his breath, he would now be feeling them gone choices gunning all against him, Was it commitment? he fell numb to the heavy realization of commitment he had now with himself and the usual?, was it selection? Was his path already decided when he entered this place, he panicked for a second.

-"Classic Cosmic Cappuccino, No sugar" she said while placing the hot beverage in the table, his eyes followed the glass to the surface and then stared still for just a second.

-"No sugar" he said while pouring on one spoon with fine white grains of sweet sweet relief and a feeling of adventure.