Coffee

When he finds her she is still, staring intently into the mug clasped between both hands. The thought floats through that she is reading her tea leaves, but he knows that she does not drink tea. Instead, it is probably the dark, overly sweetened brew that she needs to start her day. Coffee drinkers. He huffs mildly in amusement and shakes his head. The grin falters however as he continues to watch her. The knowledge that he really has no idea what she might be thinking disturbs him. He who is supposed to know all her secrets.