We took a seat at a nearby table. Now that we were sitting down, I couldn’t think of a thing to say. I’m not good at small talk, and it didn’t look like she was either. She took a sip of her coffee. Closing her eyes, she rolled it over her tongue.
“Oh, god, that’s good,” she sighed. Another sip and it turned to a soft moan.
I chuckled. “Best response my coffee ever got.”
“It’s the best coffee I’ve had in weeks. Most offices specialize in the most horrific coffee known to man. This is orgasmic.”
“Don’t you mean organic?”
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