She brews for him dark chocolate hazel nut coffee. He brews for her vanilla white chocolate. Everyday it’s a different coffee, but it’s been the same routine for a year.
She kisses him on the cheek before taking her seat on a wooden stool to sip the steaming hot beverage as she looks through her notes.
“How do you feel this morning?” He asks. The same way he always asks.
“Good,” she replies. The same way she always replies.
He watches her shaky hands try to handle the mug with care. He watches her smile with satisfaction as she lets the cream and sugar rich drink into her mouth.
She catches him staring and blushes at the sight of her handsome boyfriend giving her that, “you fascinate me” look.
Setting her mug down, she writes in big untidy letter “YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FIRST CHOICE”
He giggles and smiles, taking in the simple romance of the morning.
“Out of how many?” He teases.
“Out of every guy out there, I’d pick you. Only you. No one makes better coffee.” She winks.
“Well, I did pick you,” he reminds, “and I’ve never made a smarter choice.” He continues, taking his own mug into his hands to sip his coffee. He forces himself to gulp down a large sip and smiles as he thinks, “even if you do make the worst coffee.”