Entry Three in the Anthology of "The's": Today's Cup of Coffee

The coffee machine sputtered white and then transparent liquid. It did not at all look like coffee. In fact, if I thought about it looked rather gross. Like baby vomit. Then there was dark brown liquid that came out and the machine ended its sputtering. A few minutes before this the girl behind the counter was changing out the machine. It's the only reason I didn't cancel my order on a cup of cappuccino. My would be cup of coffee is left to steam off on its own beneath the machine's mouth while the girl goes back to the kitchen. I am secretly willing the contents of it to swirl and mix together into the delicious cup of caffeine I will be having later. The girl comes out and does not stir it, as I had hoped she would. I take a stirrer for myself as she seals the cup of coffee ingredients with a cover. But I guess I can't blame her. She didn't see the three different color—that should have come out as one—sputter from the instant coffee machine.