Coffee X Sugar

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David's POV

Rain is falling outside, Mark is sleeping like a baby

I button up my shirt then tap Mark. I juggle making coffee and ironing Mark's cloth.

I nearly trip and crash to the hard ground.

Mark is singing in the shower. He always does. The coffee is ready, so is Mark's cloth.

Mark steps out with his hair wet and a towel hanging loosely round his thin waist.

I sip my coffee and hand Mark his clothes.

"Thanks" He smiles. I keep drinking my coffee.

Mark dresses up while I go to the sink to wash my cup.

Mark drinks his coffee with little sugar. He hates bitter things especially coffee.

"You ready"? I ask Mark as I grab my bag and the keys.

"Ready" he replies as he gulps the last of his coffee.

Mark grabs his bag and walks out of the house while trying to tuck in his white shirt all at once.

I take one last precautionary look at the house before closing the door behind me.

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