The coffee pot dinged. Autumn crossed the room –the apartment—and took the pitcher, pouring for both of them. “Cream and sugar?” She asked.

She didn’t see him shrug. “Just milk,” he said.

She reached into her little refrigerator and pulled out the milk. After sniffing it to make sure it wasn’t bad, she poured some in both of the cups. She’d need more soon, but for now the heat of the coffee would kill anything in the milk. She stirred his with one hand while ...