Separate names with a comma.
She took a sip of her coffee, looking back down at her hands. His coffee tasted bitter and sharp by comparison, vaguely acidic against his tongue.
“I can live and maintain your pride.”
“Even sheltered kids know how to cook.”
“This is very different from the parties I used to attend.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
She offered him the coffee back. “Can I have mine?”
“Barely.”
“You just don’t lnow how!”
She followed him, looking around.
“Giving up?”
She raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of his coffee. “This is...” She set it down delicately. “Not very tasty.”
“I will survive.”
"It'd be a very big problem. You can't cook."
She squinted before gesturing with her hand. "Alright. Lead the way."
"Not really."
It could be described as the perfect cup of coffee. It was sweet, but creamy and still slightly bitter from the coffee flavor. Upon drinking it,...
"It's alright, though."
"Wait, no."
She huffed, glaring at him playfully. "Okay. Well, what do you want to do?"
"I don't interact with children," she said stiffly. "I'm in a serious line of work."
