Cup of tea

The cup of tea and the small, black coffee used to come to the café on Tuesdays, after the market. For a long time they had nothing to do with each other until one Tuesday when it was so busy that they had to share a table. After that, I noticed that the cup of tea started looking for the small, black coffee and they would sit together. And, before too long, they were arriving together.

It was their anniversary today. They came to the café. And, just for once, the cup of tea and the small, black coffee were two glasses of champagne.