“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.