Thank the fucking human who invented coffee—
                         He could honestly say, he was addicted 
                                                       and he regret not a damn thing.

       Sip upon sip, he relaxed— allowing himself a minor hint of comfort.
                 It wasn’t much, but it was something.

                                            And that was good enough.

      “ ——— If you are going to stand there,
                                      at least say something." 

                               It was incredibly hard to sneak past Armand.
                                                  Highly attentive— blame his upcoming doom.