Cuffed By Love
I take a long sip and watch Mira amusedly over the rim of the cup, deliberately making appreciative noises every time I take a sip from her coffee, “This is good stuff. Me likey.”
Mira exhales deeply, tossing the Americano that was meant for me in the bin as we pass by, “Of course you do. Anything would taste good when compared to that bitter crap you drink.”
“It’s roasted Hawaiian Kona be ns. It’s an acquired taste. Only true coffee enthusiasts would appreciate the quality of a good Hawaiian blend coffee. You wouldn’t understand, Shortcake.”
Mira rolls her eyes in exasperation, “Oh, silly me. It didn’t occur to me that you may have become quite the coffee connoisseur. But of course, your ch
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