*Olivia*
I watched the swirls of steam as they twirled around the rim of the mug. The heat of the ceramic blue leached into my hands, warming them from the bitter cold they were. On the surface of the dark liquid inside were tiny boats of white, floating and melting in the hot liquid.
I raised the cup to my lips, blowing the steam trails softly away before I carefully took a sip of the piping hot drink. The sweetness hit my tongue first, then the slight bitterness of the chocolate and the sugar of the marshmallows.
I breathed out, clutching the cup tightly as the liquid warmed me up as it slid down my throat and into the empty pit of my stomach.
Normally, I wasn’t a fan of the sweetness of hot chocolate drinks. I much preferred the bitterness of tea or coffee.
But this hit the spot.
“Feeling better?” Dahlia asked with a soft smile.
