He didn't know why he liked black coffee.
It was a powerful brew with no sweetness or swirls to it, only steam.
It burned his tongue and kept him awake for the day and work, but it never made him feel any more warmth.
No matter how hot he ordered it, he still felt cold and unwanted, just like he always felt.
Looking at her reminded him of that-- what it felt like to be warm. Sometimes he felt that when his fingers touched the table, small pools of frost could form around them. That never happened, to his surprise.
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