Half a cup of coffee

Every time I drink my kopi-o at this particular stall at the Kampong Baru market in Bukit Mertajam and I reach this level of coffee in my cup, I am reminded of my aunt who, when she was still alive some two or three years back, had a knack of ordering "half a cup of kopi-o" from the stall-owner, and getting it. She had lots of friends among the stall-owners and could get what she wanted from them! Not me, though. Although the stall-owner knows me too, I am too shy to attempt what she did.