“Do you still love your hot chocolate that way?” he asked eyeing the mug of hot chocolate in front of her. He then looked down at his own mug of hot chocolate set in front of him, still steaming and untouched. The golden hue and the foamy top layer entranced him for a second. The aroma thick, creamy and nutty, just the way she liked it. He wasn’t really a fan of hot chocolate before, but because of her, he learned to love it.      

     The minute she opened the door, she met with a guy with a smug grin plastered on his face. A grin that made her feel like wanting to rip it off his face, throwing it to the floor and just stamping on it. She wasn't a boxer and she had never learnt any martial arts or self-defence moves whatsoever but the moment he took a step closer to her, she gave him a one, two. Small fists meeting his hard stomach. He might have been surprised