Anu;
The grinder is screaming again, and I roll my eyes.
It has been doing that since morning, sounding like it's chewing gravel instead of coffee beans.
"Relax," I murmur under my breath as I press the lid down harder.
"We are both suffering today," I add as I gently pat the engine, and the machine gives one last violent whine before settling into a smoother hum.
That gives me a bit of satisfaction, and I let out a breath.
My lower back hurts like hell, and my stomach hasn't stopped twisting like rubber.
An unwelcome reminder that my body has chosen violence this week.
One would think after the first few days, the pain will subside, but PCOS never does subtle, and it's crazy how very few people are aware of the horrors of the fucking condition.
The machine finally falls silent, and I pull the espresso shot just as someone taps the counter.
"Hi… do you have any recommendations?"
I glance up, only to see the bluest pair of eyes I've ever seen. Eyes that remind me of Ethan.
