arthur.

      ‘truthfully, i suppose it’s not that horrible, certainly different from what i’m use to.’

arthur shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing a little at the flavor, but it was passable.

       ‘things could be more boring after all.’

“You’re lucky.  You were two stands away from disaster,” Blaine tipped his coffee cup in the direction of an unassuming coffee stand that was oh-so-deceptively blended with the others. “I’m pretty sure the stuff they use met it’s expiry date three years ago and they burn the milk until I don’t think it counts as milk anymore. Best Cup Of Coffee in New York City?  Total lie.”