“Oh my God! My head is killing me! Give me caffeine—stat,” Sam shouted as he walked into the café the next morning. Trevor looked at the clock and realized it was one in the afternoon. He chuckled as Sam dramatically flung himself into a seat by the vintage jukebox. Trevor decided to hang around the place and people watch—or so he told himself. He’d placed muffins and cakes in the oven when he came downstairs and had just taken them out when the diva came in.
Trevor took pity on Sam by bringing him a muffin and his favorite skinny Vanilla chai latte with extra foam.
“I knew I loved you,” Sam whispered as he sipped gingerly from his mug, and bit into his cranberry nut muffin. “I cannot believe you guys let me drink that much.” Sam glared at Trevor and laughed when Trevor flipped him off.
