“Do you not have anything stronger?”
“It’s a coffee shop, what do you expect?”
“I don’t know, you must have a bottle hidden somewhere.”
“I’m off it.”
“So you must have something hidden then.”
He disappeared into the back for a couple of minutes, reappearing with a half bottle of wine and a nip of rum.
She rolled her eyes, popped the cork and poured to the brim of the cup. The cup rattled as it hit...