It’s (more or less) black … it’s (more or less) hot … it’s in something which looks (more or less) like a mug … the apples are irrelevant but they look good : it must be coffee !
Or rather French “café”.
At a “comptoir” with a croissant.
On a “terrasse” with style.
Or at jobplace with whatever works.
If possible with friends, sunshine and other things that bring happiness.
And it’s free. And it seems good. Too good to bee true. The trouble is it’s (in) French.