I love a person who is so easy to please. All it takes is the one particular brand of coffee and bingo, he’s happy. Of all places to find one. I knew that would be our first, and probably our last stop. Everyone laughed.
“You have to try their muffins,” Steve said. “Oh my God, they’re to die for. The ones with the local fruit are iffy sometimes, but the ones with canned peaches or cherry pie filling are so juicy and sweet!”
There was one last wave before we docked, and the woman across from us spewed forth onto people’s knees and shoes. Luckily, even though it was probably Steve’s fault, she missed us. We noticed the evil look she gave him, though, and managed to be among the first to disembark.
Not wanting to wait around, not with that coffee and muffin waiting, Steve led off into the
