Adam stared into the black abyss of the piping hot coffee he had in his hands. His face reflected back over that disappeared once he put the lid back on with a small purse of his lips that turned into his eternal resting bitch face.

He was early to their coffee date. There wasn't a time where he wasn't. You were too important and worth waiting forever for.

Looking over at the footsteps that approached his table, his eyes flickered up you standing in front of him on the other side of the table. His lips ticked up a little, barely noticeable, but it was there.

Just by the sight of you. Damn, he was smitten. And he wasn't ashamed.

"Let me get you a drink." Adam said, not offered. As he stood up and walked over to you, he pulled you into his side with an arm around you.