A/N: So this is just a random idea that popped into my head like 10 minutes ago while drinking coffee. I know its short and random but hey? why not? Hope you like it and please review and/or check out my other stories (although I haven't updated in a LONG time) Enjoy :)
He took his black–smooth against his tongue, absent of frill or fancy facades.
She took hers with cream and sugar–sweet and savory against her lips, deprived of bitterness.
His was standard–exactly how one could expect an excellent brew.
Hers was unconventional–unlike anything one could expect of any brews.
His was a lifestyle–the drink past down from one soldier to another.
Hers was a symbol–the drink sprinkled sickly sweet with innocence.
His is an example of who he is now.
Hers is an example of who she once was.