He pours acidic black coffee into my mug and adds a creamy splash of milk.
The milk hits the coffee with a plunk, with a hiss.
My almond croissant flakes as I hold it, and run my fingers over the layers.
Butter dances on my tongue as I take a bite, eyes closed in the serenity.
My coffee is ready and I smell the cocoa in the dark roast as he holds it out.
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