I had already drunk too much coffee.
Oz had decided to wake me up at midnight to be the first to wish me a happy birthday and, of course, we had celebrated by making love. I had collapsed and woke up to breakfast in bed.
I couldn't figure out how Oz got so much energy in the morning, I'd eaten and drunk too much coffee to be able to turn on the little monkey on my head. He couldn't even bang the dishes. I had to settle for the little monkey who pretended to work today.
" Are you having lunch with me today? " asked Oz, in the car to go to work.
" Why not? "
" Shall I order the usual? "
" The usual of what? " I asked, confused.
" I know your tastes now, so usual " he laughed.
" You can't know everything I like. Imagine that I want to try something different today?! "
" Then I will a
