'Okay.'
'Some other time.' Both Andrew and Chelsea responded differently, but at the same time.
'So? I'll make us some coffee.' Margaret said, hopefully.
'Great' said Chelsea, as she watched Andrew looking at her from the corner of his eye.
Parking the car, Andrew smiled, even though he tried to hide it. Chelsea poked him in the ribs and asked, 'Coffee, really? Since when do you drink coffee? Coffee's for losers', remember?'
'When on Earth did I ever said that?', Andrew shrugged innocently.
'Remember when I was having a cup of steamy hot coffee in the kitchen and you came in and said that the smell of coffee makes you nauseate and it's a drink for losers?'
'You have a very sharp memory, I must say.'
'That was TWO days ago, Andrew!'
'Margaret likes it, okay? Stop embarrassing me i
