Decaf cappuccino

Every week, when we’re both in Berkeley, I have lunch with my friend Tom. We each pay for our own lunch (usually something small, like a soup or salad), but when we go out for coffee afterward, he always buys both of ours while I wait outside and guard his bike. This week my decaf cappuccino came decorated with a foamy leaf-shape (to distinguish it from his caffeinated one, which had a heart). The design had already begun to deteriorate a bit by the time I thought to snap it.