From "Metronome"

The week had been a long one, and Jin was grateful to find himself on the indistinctive train to Manhattan, the vinyl seats discolored from the sweat of countless thighs and knees, the linoleum aisle littered with bad news and gossip. He brought his cup of coffee up to his lips, and swallowed, and felt happy. He recognized that the coffee was insipid and watered down, a mere shadow to the way coffee should actually taste, but even this pleased him. He’d ordered it “light and sweet”, and this is what he’d been given.