Northern sat comfortably on a portable wooden chair. Three identical chairs surrounded a round coffee table.
As if to announce their purpose, small ceramic cups sat directly in front of each chair. Annette was filling one with coffee for Northern right now.
She closed the jug's nozzle, set it at the center of the table, and sat down across from Northern, staring intently at him.
Northern, on the other hand, closed his eyes, breathing in the coffee's earthy aroma.
It reminded him of a special kind of almond that he'd only seen in one area. Actually, they weren't almonds but smelled like the ones from his original world.
It had been the first familiar scent he'd perceived, and every time he went to that tree to rest, he took the opportunity to drown himself in memories of the past.
Annette watched as he curled his lips, breathing in and out with delight written heavily on his face.
