I pour the dark liquid into my mug, not bothering with the extra sugar and milk laid out on the counter. I like the way the bitter burns while the coffee drags down my throat. Lifting the mug to my lips, I choke as something hits me. What the hell? I cough, the coffee burning through my polyester shirt and scolding my skin. My eyes shoot a glare over to the person responsible for the disaster all over my outfit, and I freeze. I have never seen such a spectacular human being.
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