"I hate coffee." I tell him.
"Hate is such a strong word." he claims. I roll my eyes.
"Fine. I have a strong dislike for coffee. Better?"
"Still bad but yes." he answered.
"I tasted it before and I don't like the taste." I explained as I looked in my cup.
"Maybe that's because you haven't tasted it like this." he said.
"Like wha-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because suddenly his lips were on mine.