-Christian
-What?
-What are you doing?
-I’m thinking.
-What about?
-My existence.
Read MoreIt was toasty in the diner. A warmth that seeped under skin and heated one’s core much like the effect of her steaming mug of coffee. But Ella was the type to be easily chilled so her oversized fleece lined leather jacket was still resting along her shoulders, arms tucked into her sides as her fingers wrapped around the cream colored mug. The steam from the mug wafted up through the foamy cream clouds floating atop its surface and straight into Ella’s nostrils as she inhaled deeply, submerging herself in the warm scent of hazelnut coffee.