It was a four-hour drive to Minnesota. A very long period of time to not speak to each other.
“Can we stop for coffee?” she said softly after about an hour and a half passed.
He nodded; “Of course, at the next stop”.
It wasn’t the drink itself that was a necessity for them both. It was the act of reconciling over it.
Coffee, no matter how much a requisite for some to start the day, is a means to enjoying each other’s company. It is the pretext of getting together and sharing views.
Of enjoying life with one another.
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