Soaring [Cell Phone Novel]

Chapter 60: Cup of Tea

We took a few minutes to calm down.

I used the moment
to make some tea,
figuring that with the aproaching
conversation we would nead the mental
support of a hot beverage.

I sat back down next to him
on my livingroom sofa,
setting the two steaming mugs
on the table.

We sat in silence.

"You make really good tea, you know.
The blend is always a perfect balance
of different tastes and aromas. And
always sweet. Like you."

I looked up from my cup
and saw that his face had been
brightened with a priceless smile
filled with perfect, perly white teeth.

I could feel the blood rise into my cheeks.

No matter angry, sad, happy or worried,
he always somehow looked perfect.

His marble face, completed with
deep, dark pools of chocolate
created the perfect balance.

Just like tea.

His warm embrace and reasurring smile
finished the character.
They gave his pretty face life.
He really was the perfect cup of tea.