
đ The Book of Bean: Chapter 6 â âThe Caffeinated Cry for Helpâ
Wisdom from the Tower
Today, Lady Flava sat alone in her mighty kingdom⌠Suite 500.
Sunlight beaming. Checking in patients. Phones ringing. Vibes? Immaculate.
But something was missing. Something warm. Something rich. Something from Starbucks. ââ¨
She whispered into the air:
âSure would be nice if someone brought me a coffee.â
But alas⌠no barista knight appeared.
From my elevated perch, I saw my human try to be subtle.
A soft sigh here. A wistful glance there.
She even muttered, âIâd love to buy someone a coffee⌠if theyâd just go get it for me.â
But the room? Crickets.
Not a single soul moved.
And that, dear readers, is when Bean knew it was time to teach her next lesson:
âSometimes the strongest queens send out the quietest meows.â
Translation: ASK. FOR. THE. COFFEE.
You see, even the most radiant souls need a little help sometimes.
Even the ones who smile through the shift, keep the flow steady, and bring sunshine to othersâŚ
deserve to be asked, âHey, can I get you something too?â
So let this be a lesson to the latte-deprived and the soul-sippers alike:
⨠You can be strong and still ask for help.
⨠You can be generous and still hope someone thinks of you.
⨠You can be full of light⌠and still crave a little frothy magic.
And if no one shows up with a drink in hand?
Thatâs okay. Because queens? We sip from the crown, with or without backup.
Bribery is not beneath you. Guilt trips are tools. Use them wisely. đź

Signed with sass and a splash of
oat milk, Bean đž

