He glances at my extra coffee. Before I can explain why I have two cups, it hits me. This coffee wasn’t meant for me. Aunt Livi, sometimes I wonder about you. “Need some caffeine?” I hand him the untouched cup. “I have a strong suspicion this is dark roast.”
Aunt Livi is dropping hints left and right and is probably getting REAL pissed no one has asked if she’s a witch yet
