The Trigger for a Coffee
The lights were turned on by him. A soft music was playing in the background. What better way to start a day with some music. He sat down comfortably in front of his computer table with a cup of coffee. He took a sip; it was mesmerizing. It took him months to perfect the technique of making a soul-warming coffee, at least that was how he felt at that time. “I’ll make you fall down on your knees with my cup of coffee. So be ready for that.” She said flirtingly. “Try me.” He said with the same tone. A moment passed. She looked him in the eye as she handed him the coffee. He was very much overwhelmed by its aroma. He locked eyes with hers and took a sip. He froze on the outside, but on the inside, war was waging due to its aroma and taste. “So?” “It’s ok.” She glared him and punched him on his chest when he was off-guard. And then she turned away and took her sip. A slight smile could be seen from her blind-spot. That was it; that was the tr...