Rowan
Soren and I were seated across from each other in his office, discussing nothing of importance. It was one of those rare quiet moments where neither of us felt the need to fill the silence with anything profound.
It's been quiet these days, we pretty much avoided going to the outside world as much. Spending it with each other felt like the right thing to do.
"I've been meaning to tell you," I said, lazily tracing a finger along the edge of the desk, "your coffee tastes like actual dirt."
He smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "Maybe if you stopped drinking half of it, I'd consider finding a better blend."
"I'm drinking it out of pity."
"You're drinking it because you can't function without caffeine, Rowan."
"Touché."
He was right, I have been so dependent on it ever since I knew what coffee was.
