Coffee
"Hello there, my darling Jill."
She spun around and a blue mug slipped from her hands. While the mug landed unharmed in the grass at her feet, dark liquid splashed on the ground around it. Jill picked up the mug and stared disappointedly into it. A few drops of the drink still clung to the edges, yet it was mostly empty.
"Coffee, at this hour?" I asked, gesturing with one hand to the moon above us.
"Hot chocolate," she corrected warily. "I don't like coffee."
With a smirk, I walked off without another word. Funny, I never liked coffee either.
