“Could you do that thing where you…” His hand makes a small circular motion. “Pour the hot water over the grounds? Sorry I know you hate doing that.” He always asked for his coffee made fresh rather than drink the batch that was brewed and still hot.

It was an excuse to hang out at the shop a little longer. With you he found comfort.

He had things to attend to soon, sure, but he’ll gladly rush whatever needs to be taken care of just to be with you a few minutes longer.