The kitchen was open, a bar and stools defining the space. Yet off to the side was a small dining area near two large windows that overlooked the city. A walk out balcony was nearby. This was just...awesome.
"How do you take your coffee, Babe?" Tory resisted the urge to glance at Roz to see if she'd answer, but the woman was already sipping her drink.
"Cream and sugar."
"Non dairy creamer, ok?"
"Perfect."
He poured her coffee carefully and then passed it to her. The cream and sugar he placed on the breakfast bar, and then last a spoon from a drawer.
"I was telling Roz about Club Kat last night. The music was HOT! Didn't you like that band, Baby?"
"Yeah, I'm new to Reggaeton but I definitely like it."
"Tory, honey, you have to have a Portuguese rib the way you danced!"
Roz laughed
