Fall. The one season where Johnny could have his coffee with that delicious pumpkin spice flavor.

He enjoyed drinking it with you, whether it be sharing a cup or taking turns. He liked shaking with you at all times.

Today you decided to bake, and while Johnny had been prowling the kitchen for a bit, huffing dramatically, you had been baking cinnamon rolls. He finally walked over to you and handed you the cup. " Your turn. " He hummed, smiling at you as he turned the straw towards you.