"How was it?" He asked
I took a sip of my french vanilla, watching the twinkling skies above. With our favorite book on my other hand.
"Tastes good" I replied.
"Cheers" he uttered. More like a whisper. He was busy watching the skies too.
We shared laughter as we clinked our mugs together. Our eyes never leaving the beautiful night skies above us.
A night well-spent with coffee, stargazing, and a little bit of reading.
