Chapter 42: Grant pov

I look down and that’s when I see it, there is an image of a wing in the foam of my latte. I thought I was imagining it at first but now I know I wasn’t. she managed to replicate her signature latte that she makes at the café using the machine in my kitchen.

“How do you manage to make this taste so unique?”

“I really don’t know what you mean Grant.”

Instead of answering her I stand and head to the coffee machine to make a latte. Once the machine is done, I take it to the table and take a sip. I can taste the difference, but I cannot decipher what it is.

“Taste this and then taste yours and tell me what you think.”

I push them both over to her and watch her face to see how she reacts. First, she sips mine and then she sips her one she made me.

“What do you notice?”

“Well, before I answer I have a question for you. Do you like both?”

I nod, ordinarily I would make a latte the same way I just did and drink it without a second thought.

“Which one do you like better?”

“I admit I