It’s more than a cup. It’s a timeline.

Every sticker’s a memory. A city. A phase. A joke. A heartbreak. People see a beat-up tumbler.

You see the version of you that started drinking long blacks instead of mochas. That cup has seen airports. Bad Mondays. Great baristas.

It’s chipped. But it’s loyal. You could buy a new one, sure.
But this one knows you.