"I drink coffee because I feel I have to. A bookworm is always depicted drinking a cup of coffee while reading. It is pretty much a universal truth that coffee and books are the perfect mix." I explained before further adding "When I read at the library or at a cafe, I always order coffee and I stomach it because I feel I need to. As a nerd, I have an obligation to drink coffee."

The car went silent.

Then Stone tipped his head back and laughed.

It was deep and rough. It was loud and so unexpected that I almost jumped out of my seat.

He remained to laugh while shaking his head to himself "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

Turning slightly in my seat, I faced the side of him and asked, "You are a classified book nerd, do you drink coffee?"

Stone nodded.

I then proved my point by asking him further "Have you seen someone in a cafe reading with a hot chocolate or tea?"

He remained silent and I was left feeling victorious.

"Let me guess. You only drink black coffee." I voiced with certainty.

"What makes you think that?" He asked, his lip twitching.

"The colour matches your soul." I joked before adding on a more serious note "I can’t see you sitting with a Frappuccino with whipped cream, marshmallows and sprinkles."

"Yes, Medusa." He confirmed, "I only drink black coffee."

I did not have any coffee in my apartment, so I made a reminder to myself to buy some when I went grocery shopping. I also needed to pick up some more apples because he had wolfed down two bags of them last time.

"Tell me something else." He insisted persistently "Surely there is more secrets to Drizella Miller."

I tried to think of something interesting about myself. Nothing came to mind, and I was left with the thought that I should probably pick up a new hobby.

When something finally popped into my mind, I told him "When I was thirteen, I had a blog where I would post theories every day."

"You had a blog when you were thirteen where you posted theories?" He repeated.

"Is that not what I just said?" I sassily replied, watching his lips move up in a minuscule smile.

He glanced at me, and he chuckled "That is so fucking cute."

"I do not know what you are laughing at." I rolled my eyes "Thirteen-year-old Ella knew what she was talking about. I once got one hundred and fifty thousand views."

"What kind of theories did you write?"

Stone was definitely teasing me, but I was too far into the conversation to turn back.

"Just the usual theories." I said before listing some of them "Existence of aliens, alternative universes, Elvis still being alive, time travel—"

"Wait." He stopped me mid-sentence "You think Elvis is still alive?"