“ cream . “

He stated as his eyes would watch the woman . Even if he couldn’t make it himself he did have an appreciation for the warm mug he would soon receive .

“ Sugar or cream ? “

She brushed past his defence , not buying it , not looking to argue when she knew she was right .

“ I won’t - I know how to make a cup perfectly fine . “

He said with a soft grumble . Leaning back against the wall as his arms would fold over his chest .

To catch her, you had to lie, but it may not be a lie forever.