"What should I get?"
"I'm serious." She pushed his shoulder. He had been telling her about this place since they met two weeks ago, but she had not slept over until last night. He slipped his arm around her; again, the up-rush of emotion, the one that usually lasted only until after the first kiss.
"I don't about this stuff like you do," she whispered.
His pulled her toward him. God he wanted to kiss her.
"All right, so," he said, and stood her before the vertical chalkboard. "You've got regular coffee. Or you can get an Americano."
"What is it?"
"It's espresso, with hot water in it."
"Ew," she said.
He shook his head and steered her to the counter. "No no, no ew."
"I don't..." And then she was at the counter.
"Good morning," said May.
"She doesn't know what she wants," he said.
She smacked him on the chest. "Okay, forget it," she said, and looked back to the chalkboard. "I am going to have... a latte." She gave one nod to the girl behind the counter.
"Cool," she the girl. "For here or to go?"
"We'll stay today," he said, standing just behind her, putting both hands on her waist. "You want something to eat?"
She leaned into him; again, the up-swell. "Mm hm."