RICK
It’s just coffee,” Viola says as she brushes past me to the fridge. The kitchen is small and I’m in the way but I prefer to stay. She brushes past me with the milk and I catch her scent a second time. It’s intoxicating. She finishes with the milk and holds it out to me. “Care to put it back?”
“I don’t normally dig in women's fridges,” I reply.
She sighs and brushes past me again as she returns the milk to the fridge and I take the opportunity to inhale her scent again. Then she stirs the coffee, leaves the teaspoon on the counter, and picks up one cup. She motions to the other. “That’s yours,” she says.
I step closer to where my mug is steaming away on the counter. I don’t reach for it though. I’m frozen, looking at her. She’s shorter than me and she’s barefoot which makes her eve
