Jeffrey leaned up against the kitchen counter with a mug in hand. He sipped the dark liquid, enjoying the rich taste and the warmth that spread throughout his body. He was your dad’s best friend who was staying the weekend, simply hanging out and spending time with the both of you.

He heard some shuffling come down the hall and smiled when you made your way into his view.

“Morning sugar plum.” He greeted with a warm smile. He crossed a leg over the other, his overall demeanor relaxed and semi-casual.