Same as always!

Sweet, warm and comforting. Pleasantly caffeinated and made with love, though maybe not nearly as much love as other cups that barista was making.

You finish it on your walk to the subway station, dumping the still toasty paper cup in a trashcan. You stand at the entrance to the subway for a moment, and take a look up at the sky just like before. The clouds bow and stretch in weird ways, ways that make you wish you spent more time paying attention in school. Maybe you could have been a meteorologist.

Your head ducks below the surface of the street, and you're successfully in the New York subway.