Cinnamon
Victoire sat at the table with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands way to late at night. She smelt the warm melted chocolate, whipped cream and cinnamon. She smiled, thinking of when she was five.
"And an extra bit of cinnamon," Victoire announced.
"Extra?" Teddy cried. "That's more than the whipped cream!"
"Just drink it," Victoire commanded. Teddy grumbled before drinking. Victoire looked at him expectantly.
"Best hot chocolate ever!" Teddy cried.
Victoire smiled, and wished that she would see him sooner than the next summer. But she wouldn't see him until late June, and that made her cry.