We all have our little coffee habits.
Not how many cups we drink a day, but tiny tics we act out with every other sip.
I swish my cappuccino. The nutmeg flecked foam crown is drawn down by the coffee. White with brown and then brown on top of white.
Tapping is also my thing, I tap the stiff paper cup on the desk forcing the milk further, followed by two to three rounds of swishing.
In the end the beige foam sits at the bottom as I tap and swish in reverse.