c o f f e e
(n.) a drink made from the roasted and ground beanlike seeds of a tropical shrub, served hot or iced.
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IT ALL STARTED with a stare of pure mortification and curiosity.
All of a sudden, the hardcover resting upon my hand didn't seem that much of an interest than the expression drawn upon your youthful countenance. Suddenly, I felt the urge to place it down, leaning over the table to match your gaze.
“What?” I spoke up, your inquisitive glance hesitantly leaving the byproduct of my sunday blend. “How can you tolerate that crap?” You asked, my eyebrows twitching at the comment you threw at me.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, sorry, was that offensive?” Wincing, you settled yourself down to your seat, seeming to wish for the small chair to absorb your whole being. “I mean, how can you drink that? Isn't it too bitter? See, it's almost pitch black.” Pointing down the mug I've been holding, your brows scrunched together as you contemplated. It took all of me to hold back a laugh.
“I like it this way.” I replied.
“Why? Because your soul is black?” You playfully remarked.
“No, stupid.” I chuckled. “If my soul was that black you wouldn't be sitting in front of me right now.”
“You're right.” Smiling, you closed your eyes and let the morning breeze brush your cheeks. My heart unknowingly skipped an extra beat. “I wouldn't like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, taking a short sip from my mug.
“It's fun by your side.” You mumble, just enough for me to catch on. “That's why I wouldn't like it if your soul is black.”
What the hell is that?
That's unfair, you sly woman.
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Caffeine Chronicles
RomanceYou made coffee taste good in the first place, and you were the reason why Sunday feels like Sunday. my daily life with @keizxrin. p.s. you're a pain in the ass.
