Best friend Mom

"By the way ... I just put come cookies in the oven to bake, when you're done with the lawn, perhaps you'd like a couple, along with a glass of milk."

"I'd actually prefer coffee," I told her, which I did prefer, but which I also hoped would let her know I was a bit more grown up, way past the glass of milk and cookies stage. She did smile at that, nodding her head.

"Yeah, me too," she replied actually winking at me.

I finished the lawn up in short order, coming back inside just as she placed the fresh-baked cookies on a plate, and then on a tray, along with two steaming hot cups of coffee for each of us.

To my surprise, she then led me into the den where we could sit more comfortably. "Have a seat," she stated indicating the couch, taking a chair across from me, the coffee table between us where she placed the tray down. "How do you like it?"

I was looking at the couch, my thoughts elsewhere. "I'm sorry ... what?"

"How do you like it? Cream? Sugar? Black?"

What I wanted to say, was I