Character Cup Novels & Stories

Doesn’t look like he has a spare hand to get her a drink. Seems to understand her hesitation, he raises the coffee pot in his office, a shy bitter smile on the corner of his lips: “I have got coffee here, if you…” “Yeah, sure! Thanks,” Not wishing to further embarrass the man, Scar quickly agrees to the coffee, looking around for a cup, “Coffee would be great!” Scar reaches for a paper cup, only to look up to see Sebastian holding a cup. Not any cup. It’s the one Scar bought and insisted to leave at his office the first year after they married.

Yet, I ached to hear her say my name, to scream it out the way she had yesterday except I was imagining a completely different scenario. Malea picked up the coffee cup and held it out to me. "I got this brewed at 210 degrees and it cooled. I already checked its temperature and its 202 exactly." She shook the cup a little to get my attention after I hadn't taken it from her. Her dark hair was down from its usual bun and cascaded down her shoulders in natural waves. I swallowed and grabbed the cup from her waiting hand. "I really appreciate what you've done with the–uh, room. It looks–"

Carylle suddenly said, lifting her cup of decaf for a sip. He could only smile delightedly with a satisfied reply, "I'm enjoying this kind of conversation as well."