"You serious?" He took the cup, grateful for the warmth the flooded into his cold hand. "If I said no, you should make a run for it. Anybody who doesn't like hot chocolate is a serial killer. Thanks." He smiled and went around to get back in the driver's seat.
Once they were loaded in, he shifted gears and the van lurched out of the parking lot. Hot chocolate bubbled into the small aperture in the lid.
"I have to force myself to let it cool down. I'm one of those idiots who's constantly burning the roof of their mouth on pizza. I once got a blister from a Philly cheese steak."
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-27 01:24 am (UTC)Once they were loaded in, he shifted gears and the van lurched out of the parking lot. Hot chocolate bubbled into the small aperture in the lid.
"I have to force myself to let it cool down. I'm one of those idiots who's constantly burning the roof of their mouth on pizza. I once got a blister from a Philly cheese steak."