“Hey. I wasn’t sure how long you’d be so I held off on the coffee. I also needed a couple minutes to figure out your fancy machine.”
She walked to the fancy machine as she spoke, placed one of his oversize mugs. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll bring it out.”
Still blurry, he did as he was told while the machine whirred and finally that life-giving scent hit the air.
She brought out mugs—one no more than two-thirds full. When she set the other in front of him, he lifted it, inhaled the first dose straight into his brain.
“You drink it black. I’m always amazed at people who drink black coffee. I don’t actually like coffee.”
As he watched, she flooded her mug with milk, showered it with one, two, dear God, three spoonfuls of sugar.
“That is no longer coffee.”
“Exactly. But it still has that punch I go for in the morning.”
Aside: Did anyone else read this book and end up eating nearly an entire box of Swiss Rolls?
Unapologetically Nerdy 