"Just… in case you didn’t have anything to wear. I figured we should prepare ahead of time.”
I stirred the teacup with the spoon in my hand. The red tint that had settled at the bottom swirled up in a spiral.
I watched the teacup slowly fill with the colors of sunset before setting the spoon down. Even after I’d stopped, the tea inside kept spinning furiously.
“I wanted to be the one to get it for you.”
“…Why do you always want to give me something?”
Says the pot to the kettle.
“Good question. Why do you?”
