The strong scent of rich coffee permeated the room, and Jamie groaned. Rory laughed, slapping a hand over her mouth as I snickered. One of Jamie’s arms flung out, hand flopping over the side of the bed. He groaned again. “Fuuuck.” The coffee finished brewing, and the machine hissed. Not even a second ticked by. “Fuck this morning shit. Where the hell is my coffee?”
