The next morning, after a night void of sleep, I hopped into the shower. After a well deserved cleansing, I decided to walk down the street to Starbucks.
For Cam, I bought his regular. I'm not really sure what it is, but it's thick and black, and I'm almost certain it could wake the dead. For myself I bought a mocha. I'm against anything that tastes too much like coffee. I was feeling rather generous after last night's confession, so I decided to pick up some stuff to make breakfast.
I made my way back to the apartment. I opened the door slowly and quietly, as not to wake Cameron. I really wanted to talk to him, but I know from experience, you do not wake that man up when he has a hangover.
"What is that fabulous odor I smell?" I hear him call from the hallway.
"I bought you a cup of your tar!" I yelled back.
"You are absolutely fabulous." he came into the kitchen.
He grabbed the cup, and began to drink. "Oh, elixar of life, how did I live without you?" He serenades the styrofoam cup in his hand.
I look at him. So, is he going to bring it up, or should I? He catches me staring, and smiles.
He takes another sip. "Tasty."
I quickly look back at the french toast I am preparing. It's going to take every part of my being not to jump on him.