"Nothing. No honey, no sugar. Plain, black coffee," he said, eyebrows arching as he slid a hand around the mug and lifted it to his lips. He took a long sip, the taste settling hot on his tongue. He could tell the minute difference between a brew done by Shirley and one done by another girl. The difference was small but enough that the girls knew to never give him anything but Shirley's brew.
He set the mug down and tilted his chin back a moment, eyes seemingly focused upward at the ceiling.
"Though taking a cute blonde with my coffee might become my norm. Except, I don't just drink coffee here. Sometimes I make my own, at home," he lowered his head and gave her a crooked grin. Just then, before his cell phone even rang, he arched his hips a moment and dug it out of his pocket.
"Sorry, let me take this," he answered, turned away from her slightly letting his thumb hover over it until Renegade by Styx began playing as the ringtone.
"Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!"
"You're acting like we're supposed to be in court today, Fog. That's tomorrow. Relax, we got this."
"Matt..."
"Okay, okay, I'll be there in another hour."
He hung up and sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose.