Three friends. Three obsessions. One room.
Java believed the answer was always upstream — in the altitude, the soil, the hands that picked the cherry before sunrise.
Joe believed the answer was in the room — who you let in, how long you let them stay, whether anyone ever felt rushed toward the door.
Jimmie believed the answer was in the small things nobody asks about — the grind reset between orders, the cup warmed before it's filled, the fifteen quiet seconds before the first pour.
Isn't three answers. It's the argument they never finished — kept alive, one cup at a time.