Amanda Smith smiled, nearly reaching out to pat his head and say, "Good boy."
She poured him a cup of coffee and pushed it towards Samuel Johnson's hand, "Drink your coffee."
Touched by the familiar scent, Samuel couldn't help but feel moved. How many years had it been since he'd tasted coffee made by her!
He held the coffee cup in his hands, drinking from it as if it was priceless, trying to savor it. He realized it was indeed just like he remembered and couldn't help but feel moved again.
He sipped from the cup little by little until it was all gone, then pushed the cup towards Amanda and tilted his chin up slightly.
So Amanda poured him another cup.
The two of them sitting there made quite a scene, practically blinding their colleagues.
Abby stood dumbstruck at the doorway. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, hardly believing that the person happily sipping coffee as if it were water was their Mr. Johnson, the president.
Wasn't he the one who didn't like coffee?
