--= Jerome's + POV =--

They all conversed with one another but I didn't feel like joining in. Well, I did, but I wanted to see an opening I can walk into.

".....What are we going to do?"

Rob's voice was soft, fragile as he spoke up. Mitch laughing loudly at Rob's sad, terrified face he shook his head. Not seeming happy at all.

"I don't know what we can do. I mean, he's wounded. Badly. He's weak from being in actual hell for so long and to top it off the nerves everyone has isn't helping.

I'd ask for coffee, but we probably don't have some...... I'm driving back home once he's fixed up. I want my damn coffee."

Mitch put his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose, squeezing tightly as he let out a long sigh. Scrunching my nose, I stared at him.

"What's coffee?" Rob's eyes widening, pity quivering on his lips Mitch just stood still. Seemingly frozen, not saying anything.

"You.... Are one dead fluffy bear." Rob whisperered. My eyes darting to Mitch, he began to shake, looking ready to explode...... I'm scared.

"Jerome...." Mitch breathed out, his teeth grit so it sounded like hissing, I flinched as he turned around to stare at me with unreadable eyes. A sinking feeling settling into my heart.

"How, in the WORLD, did you not know what coffee is? I drink it, right in front of you! EVERY DAY!" Mitch drawing away from the tools to take a step towards me, I skewered backwards.

"I uhh, didn't smell it?"

"The dog didn't sniff." Rob snickering to himself in the corner at his own joke, Mitch glared at him before turning back to look at me, his expression now murderous.

"So a tracker who can smell things for miles, didn't smell something two inches in front of him?"

"Ummmm.....Nope!" Grinning as my tongue popped out of my mouth and lolled to the side, Mitch's lips remained still, he isn't even holding back a laugh?

"Well, now you're tasting the coffee." Mitch now a few inches away from me, I stared at his face to see some mischief swirling in his iris'. 

"....Okayyyy?" Standing up and seating myself on the edge of Preston's table, Rob was laughing his butt off by the entrance and I sniffed it.

The cup disappearing in front of my eyes I stiffened to feel a pair of lips on mine. Tearing my gaze away from downstairs, I peeked up to see Mitch with his eyes closed as he smiled through the kiss.

"Ooooooooh! How's the coffee Jerome?" Rob giggled. The laugh sounding fake, my expression softened as I pressed lightly against Mitch's lips.

Seconds after, Mitch pulled away with a satisfactory grin on his face. Setting the cup of coffee down, no more was left in there anyways, he snatched up a tool and pushed me off the table.

"That's all I needed." Mitch declared. Waving a hand away from me, my eyes widened as my hand slapped onto my chest, stuttering backwards in shock.

"You used me?" I whispered. My voice sounding strained, Mitch's caring, trolling brown eyes scanned me, and a smirk replaced the caring look as he seemed to be thinking about it.

"Ummm.....Nope!" Mitch shoving his tongue out from his mouth, I suppressed a smile as I strolled out of the exit, notioning for Rob to go over to the table where Preston was.

Now we gotta get serious.