The space for Cid's tea was empty. Not that there wasn't other brands and different flavors of tea all along the aisle, but the rest of the shelves might as well have been empty the way he was carrying on. Shera had long since given up on suggesting boxes. Her responses varied from a mere grunt to the question of "Do I look like I want a woman's tea?"
It was now fifteen minutes later and she was past feeling impatient. He still hadn't moved his eyes from the empty spot. Grabbing a box at random, she headed for the check out.
He was uncharacteristically silent as he stared into his cup. "It's pink."
Shera had lost count of how many times he had said that.
"Yes. Just ignore the color."
"But it's---"
"Don't say it."
Another minute of silence. Surely it was cold by now.
"Tastes the same?"
"Yes."
Hesitantly, he took a sip. "The hell you give me cold tea for?"
Shera took that as a sign that he like it but being a man, couldn't bring himself to admit it. Without saying a word, but having a smile that betrayed her, she boiled more water.
Cid held his biscuit in his new cup for a long while, turning the shade from a bright pink to a slightly darker shade.
Shera thought he seemed more at ease after doing so.
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Author's Notes: Thank you for reading!
