wake to the smell of coffee

The dream drains from your mind, leaving no trace. You roll out of bed, feeling well rested and make your way to the kitchen. James is already there, back in his boy clothes fidgeting with a croissant, clearly anxious.

"Back to James I guess?"

You ask probingly.

"Yeah, I guess so. Not like I can give the presentation as... her... or that I'd want to really. I've been James my whole life, sometime it's fun to be... her but..."

He trails off... A very James way to drift into silence. He was always liable to get carried away in thought about what he wants to say and forget he was going to say anything at all.

Cerve breaks into the conversation.

"Alright James off to work and remember what I told you."

He blushes but neither of them seem intent to let you in on what James has been told. With a quick goodbye James hurries out the door.

Cerve hands you a mug of coffee, you take a relaxed sip.