Wrimo Excerpt day two.

'So what are you having, my treat'
'No, I'll get these. One deluxe hot chocolate and a large soy latte please. Put your purse away Lucy.'
I smile at him and then frown my disappointment, reach over and take his arm. It'll make it difficult to carry the tray and I'll laugh at him for struggling until he finally gives in and gently, but firmly moves my arm. I might put it on his butt today, for giggles. Brandon and I have always been so close. Lunches, pints in the pub, games and movies. Sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with the ever increasing cloud of Brandon's friends. So many of them that I just can't stand. They don't know him properly, not like I do. He takes such a lot of time to get to know them though, it grates on me that they don't return the favour. Not because I want them to know him like I do, but because if they knew they might be more gentle with him. He really is so fragile.
'Lucy!'
The tray wobbles and chocolate and coffee slosh from the sides of the mugs. Running quickly down, soon abated by the heat of the mugs making the milk set solid. Two pools of complimentary liquid curtailed from their final mixing. Close, but not close enough. There's a reason why I don't have a mocha when I'm out with Brandon. It would be sacrilege to the dance we used to weave around each other. A time in our lives when it was just the two of us. Talking, knowing everything about each other.