Espresso poured through the thick foam of steamed milk, entwined with a caramel drizzle. I inhaled the aroma of coffee to satiate my daily craving.
"Do you need a room?"
Mark broke through the tender moment I shared with my caramel macchiato. He was watching me from the driver's seat of his car.
If he thought I was weird before, it's definitely been confirmed now.
"Not if it makes us even more late for school," I said, eyeing the electric clock on his dashboard.
8:02 AM
We're late.
"Now you're concerned with time? You didn't seem too focused on it before."
"That was the BC era. Before Coffee," said, reinventing the definition of the Latin calendar.
Mark switched playlists and drove me to school, possessively making sure that I didn't get a speck of coffee on his fancy lea
