I wrap chilled fingers around a large mug of cinnamon milk. It’s hot and frothy, deliciously fragrant and spicy, and so…. in-season….
My Master sits across the small table from me, his eyes fixed on my face. It’s a little disconcerting. “Sure you’re alright?” he says.
“Yes, I am. Ben turning up like that unsettled me. But this is lovely.”
“The milk?”
“That, yes, but….” I wave an arm around the cafe…. “I meant all of this. The lights. The Christmas tree. The decorations….” I take a sip of the milk then suck at scalded lips. “…. Everything. I love it.”
He smiles and traces the line of my cheek with a fingertip. “It’s the first time we’ve had a Christmas, isn’t it. We can’t really count the first two.” He looks outside, scanning the street. “I should be getting you a Christmas present. W
