"My coffee is burnt." Avery Graham grumbled. She had never burnt coffee before; it was all Bernard Taylor's fault. Now, let him sip on the burnt coffee.
Only now did Bernard Taylor notice the acrid smell wafting from the kitchen. He quickly let go of Avery Graham, turned off the stove, and took the coffee pot off the heat.
Avery was extremely annoyed; her high-quality coffee beans had gone to waste.
Bernard glanced at her and suddenly burst into laughter. Avery glared at him, "Laugh it up, it's all because you wanted coffee and now look at it. My good reputation is ruined all because of you."
"Alright, alright, don't be mad. I'll have someone compensate you for the coffee beans tomorrow. I'll skip coffee today, okay? Consider it my punishment." Bernard drew her into his embrace, laughing heartily. He didn't understand why, but even though Avery clearly seemed angry, she looked incredibly adorable to him, adorably lovable at that.
