You ever meet a machine that was so evil it is just beyond comprehensible. I'm not just talking about any machine. Soundboards? Love them. Audio Equipment? Bring it on…but coffee machines? They are just evil. Need I remind you all of my coffee dilemma senior year in college. Never have I, in my entire life been so frustrated…well except for that time Chloe held for like a week, but that's a different story. (hint, hint) Boy was I glad the day it ended. Chloe holding out, I mean. Getting coffee for people seems to have no end for the time being. Even when Residual decided to bring me on board full time, MR ROCKSTAR PRODUCER still has me get him every now and again and I still do not like these machines. It is like someone tinkers with the machine before I get to the break room. Like why can't we just hire a barista and rid ourselves of the table full of evil machines. My dislike for them is very strong. I would have a hatred for them, but Chloe says we should not hate things, it takes energy from loving things; God forbid she finds out I hate something. And to believe she loves me mind be a little outlandish right now. What's not outlandish is to think she may be fraternizing with the enemy.

"No. No. NO."

"Bec. We talked about the screaming in the morning." Chloe says to me, sauntering down the steps like a princess entering a ball, even though she just woke up. She is so beautiful when she wakes up; I don't know how she does it.

"Sorry. At least I didn't curse"

"That is very true", she kisses me on the cheek. "Good morning, babe".

"Mhmm", I manage to get out, trying to maintain my anger. "What is this?"

"These are not the words you're looking for".

"Really. We're doing this right now?".

"I think the what you meant to say…".

Please No; she is really going through with this.

"…What are those?", Chloe blurts out, smiling at me, waiting for my approval. She is not getting it.

"No no. Why is there a coffee machine in our kitchen, Chloe?", I ask.

"When you say machine I feel like you're referring to some evil robot plotting to take over the world".

"I could be", I (scowl). "Which is why I do not want one here", my hands wildly waving in the direction of the machine on our counter top.

"Why not?", oh great now she is pouting. Chloe why must you do this to me? "It looks so pretty in our kitchen. I even got it in black, I thought that would be cool. Look it even has a touchscreen".

Chloe is going on and on about why she thought it would be a brilliant idea to get this coffee maker, insert air quotes for your imagination. There are no buttons on this thing, how am I supposed to figure this out? Not that I want to. Of course she loves it because its shiny, its color is a black metallic, with metallic silver going along all the edges on each side. I do no like it, I repeat I do not like it. If I fold, would I be judged? Chloe is looking at me with this sincere look. I know she had good intentions, I am just not with it.

"I don't know", I admit to her.

"Come on".

I don't know what to say right now, so I'm letting my puzzled emotion give itself away on my face…or at least I think I am. I think my expression is being ignored. Chloe turns away from me and reaches for the cabinet where the cups are. Is she going to make coffee? I guess returning it is not an option. Maybe not being able to reach the mugs will deter her from going forward with all this nonsense that is coffee making. When we moved in, I had Stacie put all the mugs on the top shelf; we use plastic cups most the time anyway. However, I don't think I argued hard enough. Is that… Is that skin. She is currently on her tip toes, reaching for that top shelf, and her shirt is rising.

"You know", I hesitate. She finally grabs the mug she is after, and turns to me, smiling, no I think she's smirking. "If you make me coffee every day, you can keep it", I put some real emphasis on you, make sure she gets it. She nods, sets her cup on the counter and saunters toward me. Did I just gulp? Yes, I still get nervous around Chloe…shocking, I know.

"Good", she whispers close to my ear, she then backs away from my face and winks at me. "Since you hate the coffee maker so much, I guess I just have to give you a different gift".

Just like she forgets about coffee and is making her way back upstairs. "You coming?",she says to me.

"Chloe, I have to leave for work in a half hour".

"I know".

Did she plan this? Now that's just evil.

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