Tara Summer waited quietly for half an hour, and seeing that it was getting late, she stood up, ready to return.
"Wait a bit longer, it should be ready soon. I'll take you back later," George Summer called out to her, smiling, "Anthony's coffee making skills are top-notch. I've been drinking it for so many years and have yet to find anyone better. You definitely won't be disappointed."
Looking at the watch again, Tara Summer raised the corners of her mouth. Having waited for so long, indeed, a little longer wouldn't make much difference. So she sat down on the sofa once more.
"Coffee is ready!" Barely five minutes after she sat down, Anthony finally came out with a pot of coffee, holding three white porcelain cups in his hand. "Tonight's coffee is definitely the best I've ever made. You guys should try it..."
Anthony's face was full of pride as he filled the three cups and pushed them towards them.
