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Deep serves us a mind-blowing sweet coffee to hopefully calm us down. The aroma is so fetching. It smells sweet even from afar. Taking my mug, I blow it continually until my senses are contented that my mouth will be safe. I take a sip, and men, I mean, girl, I had to shut my eyes as I savor its luscious soothing flavor as it soothes the raw walls of my throat all the way down. I also recall licking my lips to accentuate my pleasure. I don't think I have ever sampled something like this. So sweet and soothing!

Taking another sip, a faint satisfactory moan unintentionally breaks out of my lips. But I don't mind anyway. I am thrilled. It's not an offence to let the chef know just how sweet he is. When hasn't he been terrific anyway? Damn! Why is he soo...

I peel my eyes, yearning for another sip if not gulping down the remnants in the mug in a go, but my cravings are halted by the oglings of the two pairs of eyes.

What did I do that usurped their scrutiny like this?

"W.hat?" I query.

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