"Do you drink coffee?"
Silence as he fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie,head leaned down like always.
"I'd like to bring you some but I don't know how you like it."
I frowned at this,silently hoping you'd tell me.
You didn't though.
Instead you kicked a coffeecup that was on your left,black liquid seeping out onto the pavement.
You kicked it and frowned,then you shook your head.
I couldn't help the stupid smile that formed on my face.
That's the first time you moved,first time you answered me.
I wrote that down when I went inside,the date scrawled small on a piece of paper along with the words he shook his head.
I also made a note saying you don't like coffee.
I wanted to remember this for the future.
