Sharon and Zoya
Sharon had a mug of coffee in her hand. Cream and sugar stirred in. She held it between both hands, warming her fingers, and lifted it to her lips to blow across the top, then sipped gingerly.
"Mmm," Sharon responded, giving a gentle shake of her head. "This is the first time it's happened in the morning, so far as I know." Then again, it was possible these things happened before she arrived here to this island.