His hand brushes mine as he places my cup of tea on the table. 'Thank you.' I say, my hand burning from his touch. He nods in response and settles beside me, opening his book and begins scanning the page. I raise the steaming mug to my lips, the scent of peppermint overflowing my senses. 'My favourite.' 'I know.' He responds. It shocks me, that he listened to me while i ranted for half an hour about every flavour imaginable and how peppermint was by far the best.