“You know… I hate tea.” He says once we find a small table to sit at since the one I previously occupied is no longer available. “And peppermint? Was that really necessary?” He scoffs, but I can tell he's at least a tiny bit amused. And I can't help it, I break into a smile of my own, so bright that it almost chases Adam's grey cloud away.
“Ups." I finally say, before shrugging. "I guess that's unfortunate. I was aiming to help.”
“She's cheeky, too.” Adam stares past me, straight ahead and not making eye contact, but I bet my rent money this month that I see him fighting a smile. Unfortunately for him, this is the only cue I need to keep going with my bizzare quest for the source of his foul mood today.
“Alright, so… not the beard, then?”
“What? Oh, no. Not that. It's a pain to shave
