"Yeah, I'll just have a drip coffee. Black is fine." I mumble my order across the counter at the quad coffee shop before developmental psych Monday morning. After the marathon I ran yesterday I had a rough time getting out of bed this morning. I've been dragging through every step of my morning routine. I didn't even enjoy my shower which is usually the highlight of my day.
"That will be two-thirty, please."
"Oh, I've got it. You can just add it to mine. Quad shot with sugar-free vanilla, please." The voice coming from behind me was full of charm and belonged to one Bradley Bronley. I dug deep to come up with something resembling gratitude.
"Thanks, Bradley. How was your holiday?"
