He paused after he'd taken a bite, and wiped crumbs from around his mouth. Then with unbreakable concentration, he licked his fingertip and gathered each individual crumb left on the plate. Still inspecting his mouth for residue with his tongue, he took the straw between his fingers and steered it towards his mouth. Before he closed his lips around it he blinked slowly, and spoke to her.
"What are you writing?"
She watched silently as he took three short sips as though to determine the content of the cup, and then one long. She imagined the cold, sweet shake sliding over her tongue and it made her think twice about ordering coffee.