Coffee

"So what are you gonna do now?" Reese asked, her fingers nervously tapping against the mug as she nervously hit her lip.

Avery looked at her over the rim of his glasses and smiled at her. He picked up his own mug of coffee and gestured to cheers.

"Simple." He said "drink coffee."

Avery had three major problems in life:
The first: Being late to everything
The second: Being chronically shy
The third: Being in love with the girl he threw iced coffee over six months ago