31.Steam was coming out of the cup of tea, but the woman hadn't drunk it yet.
Annabeth always thought that hot tea was an exquisite habit during autumn and winter.
Nicholas thought differently: he could not understand how that little bit of dyed water, almost tasteless, could represent a pleasure. If anything, he loved coffee, the one made with little water and a large amount of coffee powder, black, intense, which leaves a persistent aroma in the mouth for a good half an hour. That's why he prepared himself some coffee.
He had his elbows on the table and had already taken a few sips, trying not to look too persistently at the woman, not to embarrass her.
Annabeth was there with them but pretended to tidy up some dishes, holding a towel in her hand and giving her back to them.
Sitting
