I couldn't help but eye the way his lips met his cup- stiff at first, slowly relaxing as he practically inhaled the steaming delight known as hazelnut coffee. His eyes sparkled when he drank it in, and I vaguely wondered just how much sugar the man actually put in his coffee.
His fingers moved adeptly as he began to type, and, looking away, I worried my looking may have been a bit noticeable. An instant message appeared on my screen with a ding.
SpReid81: Want some coffee?
I blushed before replying.
HrGrnger1: What makes you say that?
SpReid81: Just asking.
