FOURTY FOUR

“So that is why you got me coffee,” I remarked with a grin at Seth’s statement that the weather has been cold today. “Is it still... oh, it is already cold,” I said, feeling the coffee in my hand.

“I could get you another one; I didn’t even know the type of coffee you liked, so I got the one I preferred,” Seth said.

“So which did you prefer?”

“Caffe latte; it is written on the body with your name on it, Mrs. Thatcher." Seth rolled out my name with a teasing smile. I was shocked that we both liked the same coffee, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

"Ah, good thing it is cold then. I would have loved an Americano, but a latte is like my second choice, so I will give you an E for effort,” I said playfully, trying to hide my laugh.

“An E?” Seth stressed out, sounding disappointed, and it was more funnier that way. &l