Liam swiped a coffee mug from the cabinet. It was a simply black mug with a small chip near the handle. It wasn’t like this was his favorite mug or anything but it felt routine to use this one. He glided over to the percolator, grabbing the steaming carafe and poured the hot black liquid into his cup. He liked it this way. He never did add sugar or cream because that would take away from the bitter rawness of it delectable flavor. Liam winced as he tried it. He could tell it wasn’t his favorite coffee since it tasted nothing like Colombian. But he would make do as he usually did. Liam never did like to cause a fuss if he could help it.<br/><br/>He listens to Melody’s conversation with Neen. The thought of waking up before 7am made him shiver. He could never do the bakery life with those early mornings. Being at work by 9:30 was a much better option for him.<br/><br/>When Charlie asked the question about the Social Night, Liam glanced up from his thoughts. “Anything horror or comedy. I like both.” He replied after taking another sip of the coffee. “Did any of you see the Conjuring? That made me jump out of my skin the first time I watched it. Oh and I’ll buy some popcorn for it. Everyone okay with butter lovers?” He asked. Liam really did enjoy Social Night. It was nice to see every laugh, scream or cry together. He had been living here for almost a year now and he looked forward to this each week.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk