Chapter 417: The Mysterious Coffee
The moment Luca thought about something that was important to him, a black mug appeared in his hand. The liquid inside was still hot; he could easily see the steam coming off the top, but he didn’t know which space user that made him.
Turning around the cup, he looked for more clues. On the other side of the mug, the words ’cute but psycho’ were written on it in red with a big chef’s knife dripping in blood beside the words.
This was definitely not his style, nor could he picture Alicia liking a mug like that. In fact, Alicia hated anything and everything black. It was an almost weird obsession with her. If it wasn’t white or pink, she refused to have anything to do with it.
"Coffee?" muttered Alicia, finally lifting her head up as she delicately sniffed the air. It was like she hadn’t had coffee in a really long time, but that was impossible, right? Not if he had mugs of it in his space.
"Still steaming," replied Luca, absently. "Does that make me a refrigerator?"
"No," replied the woman, her eyes never leaving the cup in his hand. "That makes you even more special. Your space allows you to control time itself. Anything that you put in it, time will freeze until you take it out again."
"Is that a good thing?" asked Luca, looking down at the almost white liquid in the cup. Just looking at it, his teeth hurt like he already knew the taste.
"That’s amazing. It means that we will never run out of supplies again." The way Alicia’s eyes lit up with her explanation made Luca a bit uncomfortable. If he had had this space for four years, shouldn’t she know exactly what kind of space that he had?
Taking a sip of the steaming mixture, Luca couldn’t hold back his shudder. "It seems like your taste in coffee has changed drastically since the end of the world," he joked. His brain was telling him to hold out the cup for the person it was intended for, but his arm refused to move. "I still remember when you suffered through black coffee because you thought milk and sugar added too many calories. It’s nice that you are no longer like that."
Alicia’s face when tight as she forced out a smile. "Killing zombies lets you burn more calories than working out for an hour," she said flippantly, turning away from the coffee. "Besides, sugar is extremely rare nowadays, so it’s not like there is a lot of it in there."
Once again, Luca paused for a second before nodding his head. "A little more sugar never hurt anyone," he announced before putting the cup of coffee away.
If that cup was her definition of ’not a lot’, then either she became addicted to sugar in the four years that he had forgotten, or that coffee wasn’t hers.