Frankincense & Lavender
A Soothing Story 7
Minnie fell asleep quickly, which was unusual for her since she was in an unfamiliar environment; but as Sandy soon came to realize, the enclosed patio attached to Cedric’s home was an environment of comfort. And immediately she felt at home. That’s why she didn’t stop herself from pouring the coffee for the both of them as if she had lived there her whole life.
“I dunno how you take it,” Sandy said as she grabbed the diner style glass sugar dispenser and began pouring sugar into the cup. Followed by a more than healthy dollop of creamer.
Cedric winced a little bit as he remarked, “Good lawd, woman, you want some coffee wit cho cream and sugar?”
The question caught Sandy off guard, so quite naturally she answered, “Considering this is the first time I’m drinking coffee that was brewed by some strange man in the woods, I didn’t know there was certain way I had to make it. Hence, I left yours over there black.” She put the lid on her to-go cup of coffee and navigated her way to the corner of the loveseseat closest to the chair Minnie was curled up upon and placed a napkin from the diner style napkin holder on the glass table top in front of her.
“Anybody ever told you, you gotta slick lil mouth over there?” Cedric said while pulling out a set of keys to unlock what was the back door to his home. He stepped inside briefly, stepped back out with a package of cookies and some more napkins, walks over and places both of them on the table. Cedric then walks back to the coffee bar, grabs the coffee Sandy left for him then finally sits down across from Sandy on the other loveseat.
He sips his coffee slowly then says, “This dark roast has a hint of hazelnut in it. That’s why I was so appalled when you dumped all that sugar into it. T’aint no way you could taste it,”
Sandy sipped her coffee and looked at Cedric, trying not to blush, “You brewed a special pot of coffee just cuz you knew I was gonna say yes and come back to your house?”
Cedric smirked and replied, “You make me sound slicker than oil, but my mama didn’t raise nothin disrespectful. I actually am quite fond of coffee and am known to try an exotic blend or two here and there.
That made Sandy outwardly cackle which startled Cedric and his eyes widened then narrowed in confusion, “What?”
Sandy adjusted herself in her chair defensively, “Well it’s hazelnut, it’s not like you had to go into the jungle and pick the beans yourself…”
“…well maybe not,” Cedric said as he slapped his knee and leaned in closer to the table, “but the young girl over there at the coffee shop ground the beans up right in front of me.”
“Okay hazelnut may just be a special blend, but to call it exotic isn’t quite accurate,”Sandy said playfully.
“We’ll look, up until a few years ago, I always bought my coffee in a can. Never once occurred to me to try a different brand let alone a flavor, or God forbid a bag. To be honest witcha, I honestly didn’t know the difference.” He replied matter of fact.
“And now you do, and that’s all that matters.” Sandy said smiling.
Then she became aware of her own smile and she wondered if it was overly obvious and she was grinnin like the Cheshire Cat. That would have been embarrassing. And there it was… the moment she was dreading, the first uncomfortable lull of silence falling upon delightful idle banter.
Hazelnut cream cappuccino with a sativa espresso caramel and strawberry 🍓 lemonade 🌱💨.