She pulled the can closely to her side; securing it against her hip with all the force she could muster and pulled on the plastic tab making sure not to spill one ground of the brown gold into the sink. Within seconds her kitchen filled with the scent of an aromatic Guatemalan rain forest and her breathing became more sedate as she swam though each wave of the beans arising aroma. If it could only be that simple she thought to herself; to be able to go away with the sniff of a afar away aroma. Nothing in Casper Falls Wyoming ever smelled so good. And as if reality had stepped in to prove her point she raised her eyes and gazed in contemplation at the street below. Wet brown black sooty dirt clung to the edges of the window shielding her from the wintry mix of snow frolicking in the early morning dawn on the other side of the tempered glass that would not yield way to a view of spring for at least another month if lucky. Stepping back from the sink her ticket to getaway clenched in her hand she turned to find a coffee scooper hiding in the opened drawer below. The drawer contained a treasure trove of implements; implements set to shave, cut, dice, uniformly cut and precisely capture the right amounts of ingredients needed for the preparation of any meal. With both hands she separated the lot, and there in the corner hidden beneath the cheese slicer found it hiding. Picking it from under the pile, she placed it directly on top of the coffee. Patting it once, and then twice at then a third time, as if keeping rhythm to a beat of musical escape, she had yet to begin to hear.