Standing by the counter, he was pouring sugar into his coffee. Not meaning to be rude, I glanced over to see if he was done as he was standing right in front of the lids and my arms weren’t long enough to reach over.
“I saw that.”
” I saw that look you gave me. You were thinking when the heck I would be done pouring sugar into my coffee” he said as he gave me a sly grin.
I laughed and replied,”oh of course not, I’m not judging, I swear!”
”It’s okay, I know it’s a lot of sugar but hey, things are good in excessive amounts.”
”Unfortunately, I am in a program which requires me to be aware of what I put in my body.” He gave me a curious look as he still wore that boyish grin on his face.
”I’m in kinesiology.”
”Oh! I was going to guess nursing.”
”Oh no, not nursing.”
I gave him one last smile and walked away.