“Coffee would be great.” “Lucky for you, I just put a pot on.” I pull out a couple coffee mugs and place them on the counter. “You take it black?” Scoffing, he replies, “Black is for weaklings trying to prove that they’re a man. Not me. Give me all the creamer and sugar.” Smiling, I open the fridge and pull out the creamer. “I’m surprised you get away with it since they’ve got you on a strict diet.” “Nothing comes between me and my creamer.”
