Esther had never thought that making tea would be such an unnecessarily laborious task. It was suppose to have been a simple task, just go to the kitchen and brew some tea. But fate had a funny way of making such a mundane thing the complete opposite.
When Father Nightroad had groaned, slumped over his desk and beckoned for the nun, she had initially been a bit hesitant, telling him she was busy attending to her own work. Then he had given her that one look with his lips pouted and his ice blue eyes wide and watery. Esther was literally incapable of refusing the goofy priest when he did that.
After heading into the kitchens, she'd noted a distinct lack of sugar, no doubt the fault of a certain spectacle wearing priest. Esther had known full well Abel wouldn't drink it without his much needed sweetener.
So she'd gathered up what few dinars she still possessed and had headed downtown.
After being nearly hit by a car (and shouted at by its angry driving), getting her pristine habit splashed with mud by a group of playing kids, finding out she'd been short a single dinar for the sugar and having to go through embarrassment of getting a loan from a kind grey-haired gentleman, Esther was about ready to throttle Abel.
While the tea steeped, she muttered things nearly blasphemous in regards to Abel Nightroad, a scowl screwing up her normally bright visage. She drummed her calloused fingers impatiently on her arm, lips folded downward. Esther pushed off from the counter and sharply lifted the tea pot and filled a cup before dumping in thirteen spoonfuls of sugar. Why did Abel drink this? It was more like a thick syrup now rather than tea.
"Here is your tea" Esther said curtly as she strode into the room brusquely and thrust the tea cup in Abel's direction. Abel gave a vibrant smile and practically leapt from his chair. He took his tea and sipped it before setting it down on the dented surface of his desk. Abel's large hands took the red-haired nuns small ones and he drew close to her, eyes staring gratefully into hers.
"Thank for all that you do for me, Esther. Truly." his tone was gentle but different. Smoother.
Esther's cheeks flushed demurely and she withdrew her hands before turning around and smiling a bit. All inkling to scold dissipated and all it had taken was that sweet smile.
"It's nothing, really."