“I- I think I can work with that.” Jacob was screaming on the inside.
A coffee. Whatever he wanted.
This was almost too easy.
His hands began their dance. He grabbed ingredients as if he had been waiting his whole life to make this beverage. Dashes of nutmeg, cinnamon and sex. A frothing of milk and a dash of whipped cream on top. A bit of sweetness and even a touch of salt to bring it all together.
Before he could even comprehend fully what it was that he’d made, it was finished and sitting on the counter for Joe to consume.
And Jacob pondered what he’d done.
The feel of longing was thick between them…
“Is that mine?” Joe finally asked, snapping Jacob out of whatever trance he was in.
“Of course. Here.” Jacob nodded.
“This looks fantastic.” Joe was practically salivating. “What do I owe you?”
“Forever.” Jacob sighed.
“What?” Joe asked. Jacob quickly realized what he said and felt himself flush again.
“Look- I tried to give it away before, but after what you did for Serena last night, I hope you’ll accept this as my gift.”
“I’d never turn down such a great gift. Especially from someone so friendly.” Joe nodded. He picked up the drink and was about to take a sip when he paused for a moment. Jacob began to feel a flutter in his stomach. Did Joe sense something wrong with it?Fuck- did he put cilantro in it again?
“Is there something wrong with it?” Jacob asked, his heart stopping.
“No. It’s nothing. Sorry. I just-” Joe looked as if he was about to say something, but then turned around. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jacob.”
“Yeah- sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jacob sighed, but watched as Joe took a sip of the drink.
His heart stopped.
His breath froze.
He watched as Joe walked away until his walk slowed to a crawl. The world seemed to freeze.
Then he turned around and opened his mouth—and a giant musical number blasted from him.
Before Jacob knew what had hit him, the music swelled. Joe rushed over to him.
This was a peppy dance number and he could feel the energy pulse through the air.
Then the lights went out, and Joe found himself in a spotlight created by a coffee can that hung in front of the lamp.
The music thumped as he slowly turned to Jacob and smiled.
But never has such a humble brew,
Given me something sweet as you
Jacob had a feeling that Joe was singing this song directly to him. He could feel his heart heave.
“Uh…Serena! Come on out here!”
A little bitter, a lot of bold,
