one particular time i remember was when she burnt her hand.
i ordered my regular of a peach scone and a coffee of an afternoon.
i hummed quietly as the coffee machine buzzed and spat out a dark liquid.
as the girl turned, some of the drink spilled over tha edge and trickled down onto her hand.
"fuck"
i laughed.
"oh my- i'm so sorry! i shouldn't use such foul language"
"it's chill"
she placed my coffee down and held her burnt hand with a hiss.
"are you okay?"
"yeah, just a little burn"
"run it under cold water"
she smiled and nodded.
whilst she disappeared through the door to the kitchen, i situated myself on a couch and continued to write.
when she came back she sat beside me. i held her sore hand, looking at her for permission before i touched her of corse, and examined the burnt area.
"is it okay?"
"o-oh yeah it's good"
