The next morning.

Rebecca woke up and got off the bed.

Benjamin entered the room with a glass of hot almond milk as if he knew the exact time she would wake up. This annoyed her, and she said, “I don’t want it. Take away.”

“What? But said you loved it,” he said.

“I never said that,” Rebecca really never said that before. She said it was good, but she didn’t remember saying something like ‘I loved it.’

“But you drank without complaint,” Benjamin retorted. “I thought you loved it.”

“Don’t make me