I don't like coffee very much. Perhaps it is because I was attracted by the aroma of coffee when I was a child and stole my father's black coffee. The bitterness that has nothing to do with its aroma seems to have remained in my mouth all the time. This holiday, my friend invited me to work part-time in a coffee shop to earn pocket money. In those days, my prejudice against coffee completely changed. Thanks to the boss's wife, I had the opportunity to taste coffee different from my memory and understood that coffee is not just a refreshing drink. Coffee also has its own set of art and stories. No wonder some people say that tasting coffee is tasting life. Soon the summer vacation passed, and I finally understood something at the boss's wife's house. I didn't understand its charm until I got to know it deeply.