Dean’s expression was still somewhat sour and he was about to tell her that it was best damn coffee he ever had. Or that coffee sometimes needed a kick. But there was no point in doing that when his eyes were starting to prickle.
"So, what are you drinking? Looks sweet. the right kind of way, of course. Next one is on me.“
“GOOD — better be made of gold.”
She was trying not to laugh, the SLIGHT contortion of his face at the sip of the salted coffee bringing a smirk to her features. So, she took another sip of coffee at his question, slightly over exaggerating JUST how nice it may or may not have been.
“Long black with a shot a vanilla. Gives it a nice SWEETNESS. How ‘ bout next one on me since ya’ went a kinda murdered that one with the essence of the ocean.”
