He poured a splash of cream into his own mug.

“I meant that, Alyssa.”

He poured the dark coffee into my favorite blue mug.

He added exactly one spoonful of sugar and stirred it twice.

He tapped the metal spoon against the ceramic rim just like he always did.

“Here you go,” he said.

He slid the mug across the polished granite counter.

I wrapped both hands around the warm cup.