The teapot was screaming in my kitchen as I sprinted in to turn off the heat. It was dark outside, with only the large pendant lamp fixture over the table creating a soft glow. The tile of the floor was cold on my bare feet as I moved swiftly as I had done a thousand times. I pour the hot water into two mugs and everything feels so quiet and peaceful.
“Ahem.”
I’m leaving Jack waiting eagerly at the table for the tea.
I quickly add a pinch of sugar to both cups, despite Jack hating anything sweet, and give the dark mugs a swirl as I make my way over to the old wooden table.
I place the mug in front of Jack and in return he smiles at me.
“You are always the sweetest, is there anything you won’t do for me?”
His grin always had a way of putting me at ease, his eyes looking at me like the
