DAPOV

As I sipped my new blend of coffee, blend number 207, my personal favourite, I began to write on my pad all the great attributes that made this coffee. There would be no contradictions in the great testimony of this blend, no tangled up lies in the rich, dark, oh so deep flavour. Pure and simple as a starless night, honouring my taste buds even with the smallest sip of this celestial delight.

"What words could describe this bliss, what woman could compare." I murmured in self imposed coffee bliss.

DHPOV

What woman could compare...

...How dare he!

"My name is Dahlia Hawthorn, A.K.A Sonya Trite and I will not be cheated on by that bastard, especially not with another man!" I huffed angrily, and stalked back to my office. At that point, my darling cousin Nick called.

The steel samurai theme tune blared out of my Gucci handbag. Damn that hippy that my brother seems to adore. Top knots are sooooo last season. And the colour purple? Don't even get me started on that.

"Shut up!" I yelled into the phone

"But Diego's new-"

"I know! I hate him!"

NPOV

I pulled the phone away from my ear and pointed at it.

"Coffee envy, mate." I smirked in Diego's direction. "Loud, painful coffee envy." I pointed at my ears and winced.

"Poor Sonya" Diego snorted

DHPOV

I fling my beautiful, brand new phone at the wall and weep. If stupid, ignorant Nick knows about the affair, then everyone does. I'm ruined.

5 hours later

DAPOV

I smile to myself as I imagine the bitter, lingering scent of Sonya's coffee waiting for me. It's one of her best aspects. As I enter our flat, however, my expression changes into confusion. Is that... tea?

"Sonya? Kitten?" my voice quavers as I see her hunched over the ornate dining room table.

Suddenly my darling, sweet Sonya spins around, flings a boiling mug of tea in my face and yells "Out!" I flee while I can.

MPOV

I put my arms around him, carefully avoiding the burns all over his face and tanned, muscled chest. Which I'm definitely not staring at. Ish.

"What happened?" I whisper

"Mia," My partner and longstanding crush mutters "Tea happened. If I threwa heated beverage in someone's face I'd at least have the self respect to use coffee."