I am pouring 14 ounces of Cinnamon coffee (Death Star Style: large, on the dark side amd strong enough to kill a planet) and listening intently to Tiffany when she stops talking.
I out down my cup just as arms wrap around my waist and a bearded chin appears on my shoulder to kiss my cheek.

With a greeting like that:who needs sugar in their coffee?

How did I not notice him coming up to me?

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