I love our cups of coffee. Yours is black, mine is light brown. You will mostly make your own, while I prefer to buy them at those cafes. Yours is hot and mine is iced. And we both such a hopeless coffee addicts.
I love our cups of coffee. It's like a sign for a quiet or loud moment between us. Yours with drawing and reading, mine with cutting and gluing. Sometimes we play scrabbles in between. And we will happily share our coffee with whomever that came along that day.
Oh how I love our cups of coffee! Because they will make us talk longer, laughs more and making more arts.