The coffee they wanted to share.

Today is your birthday. Do you want anything?" Steala's father asked her in his usual cold and emotionless tone. Stella, who rarely dared to look into his eyes, kept her gaze downcast. His furrowed brows, stern face, and emotionless heart made it difficult for her to meet his gaze. "I... I just want to have coffee with you. That's all I... I want," Stella replied, stammering as usual. Then a smile—one that had never bloomed before—appeared on his face. "But I'll make the coffee," he said.