Of vintage flicks and coffee with a mind of its own

I don’t often go out and be social on my own. More often now, ‘course, tryin’ to give the clone his space and sorta try this being a single number ‘stead of a double. S’pose I gotta get used to it if things continue the way I think they will with Astair. We never discuss what’d happen, if she’d move in or he’d move out, but whatever the future…

I take a deep breath and grab up the coffee pot. I need company. Just can’t be a me. So I figure I’ll take Coffee to visit it’s pal. Poor bloke’s probably bein’ a mope, too. Hope a nice little cuppa with Coffee’ll cheer ‘im up.

Coffee sorta glorps to a stop against the side of the pot and I shake it with a sigh. “Come on, eh? Gonna see your mate. Your coffee mate. Heh.”

( Cheer-up coffee )