Elias looked at Thomas over his coffee cup. Thomas held his cell phone, took a picture, and then smiled, satisfied.
“What?” Elias asked, smirking.
“I took a picture of you drinking true coffee and you’re not complaining because it’s little, so I’d like to think you’re starting to appreciate the fabulous power of espresso. And I wanted to immortalize the moment.”
Elias put down the little cup and wrinkled his nose. “There’s not much to choose from in your house. If you want some coffee…you get this.”
Thomas’s smile wavered while he reached out a hand and put his finger on the tip of Elias’s nose. He laughed when Elias crossed his eyes to follow the path of his hand, making a funny expression.
“What are you doing?”
“You have a spot of coffee on your nose. It can happen, drinking from s
