I get to his house and immediately place the jar in his fridge when I noticed he had already brewed his own pot. It's sitting there all jolly, ready to compete with mine. I would be lying if I said that in this moment our situation didn't slightly cripple my "better night". In any case, it's just another pot of coffee so I strived to get over it.
Ian usually gets out of bed before me, determined to start a productive day. I...well, I prefer not to.
These mornings, he'll bring me my coffee in bed; prepared just the way I like it.
But there was something different about this morning. He handed me my coffee. Half awake, I took a sip and immediately noticed something was askew. This wasn't definite so I kept to myself and waited patiently for him speak up.
He knew I wasn't having it.
How did he know? I put on my best "this is delicious" face! I'm sure of it!
In an effort explain himself, Ian confessed.
"I poured your coffee and my coffee together. I call it the Lovers' Blend."
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