Elliot had told me that it was only a matter of time until I got sick of going to work every day, but even after an entire week of working at Reed's Café, I still enjoyed my job as much as I had the first time. I knew who the regulars were as well as those who ordered specific, complex coffees. Bridget taught me how to use the coffee machines, and now I interchanged with her when dealing with the different orders.

Elliot picked me up from work every day, sometimes with Harley and sometimes without.

He came with her today, and since I was the only one left, I took it upon myself to make them both a cup of coffee now that I knew exactly how to do it. Reed had tasked me with locking up because he had to leave early, and since he was Bridget's ride, she had to go with him too, so it had just been me in the café.

Harley wasn't a huge fan of coffee, so to make it suit her tastes I added a block of my leftover chocolate to both cups of coffee. It was experimental, I hadn't had chocolate in coffee before, and I hoped it tasted as good as it sounded.

"Two coffees," I said, placing their cups on the table before sitting down with them. "Get your tastebuds ready, I added a special ingredient for the two of you."

Elliot glanced at me then, "what kind of special ingredient?"

"It's a secret," I whispered.

Harley took her cup and had a tiny sip. Then another. "What did you put in here?" She asked, taking yet another sip.

"It's a secret," I repeated.

"It's actually nice," Harley admitted, "and I do not call coffee nice."

Hesitantly, Elliot took a sip from his. His brows knit together, "did you put chocolate in here?"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"What can I say? My taste buds pick up on the little things like that," he told me simply. "But it's nice."

"You should add this to your menu," Harley suggested. "Call it, 'the coffolate.'"

"Coffee and chocolate merged," I considered. "Genius."

Harley finished her coffolate and slammed the cup onto the table before aggressively wiping her lips and groaning, "another."

I glanced at Elliot then and found he was enjoying the coffolate, not near as much as Harley had, but still, now I was curious to know what it tasted like. I figured he probably wouldn't give me if I asked for a sip, so as soon as he placed the cup on the table I snagged it and took a sip.

It was actually really good. The chocolate mixed surprisingly well with the coffee, adding a sweet and creamy texture to the drink.

"Did you just...?" Elliot paused mid-sentence and settled on giving me a stare.

Harley chuckled beside me, "Elliot doesn't like sharing drinks."

"So he won't take it back?" I asked, and when she shook her head in answer I downed the rest of the coffee as fast as one could gulp down a hot drink. "Well, now I know for next time."

I stood and grabbed the cups to throw in the bin when I heard a familiar crinkle of plastic. I looked back and, just as I had suspected, Elliot had a bar of chocolate in his hands.

"You do know for next time," he said. "But since you had my coffee, I'll have your chocolate."

"You got that for me?"

"I had," he told me. "But you can have it next time."

As soon as he pulled the edges of the plastic, opening the packaging, I left the coffee cups on the counter and sped to grab it from him. He perceived my attack and quickly stood, manoeuvring around the tables and chairs to stop me from getting to him.

"Give me the chocolate," I narrowed my eyes at him and when I began walking toward him around the same table he started walking away from me around the same table.

"And why should I?"

"Because it's chocolate."

"The more reason why I should have it," he grinned. "Plus, you had chocolate already. The one you put in our coffee, where'd you get that from?"

"It was my leftover chocolate," I told him. "But that doesn't mean I don't want more."

He made to open the plastic further when I suddenly leapt at him and grabbed his shirt so he couldn't run anywhere else and scatter the tables and chairs more than we already had. I reached for the chocolate but Elliot raised his hand above his head.

"Oh? We're playing dirty now?" I accused.

"I don't call this dirty play," he replied.

When I went on my tiptoes Elliot went on his, and when I jumped Elliot jumped too, making sure to keep the chocolate inches away from my reach. Why did he have to be so tall?

I resorted to grabbing his arm and trying to pull it down, but just like my other efforts, that failed too.

"Give me the chocolate, Elliot," I complained. "Please."

"When you put it like that..." he looked as if he was considering giving me, but when his lips curved into a grin I knew otherwise.

"Elliot," I groaned. "Just drop your hand to make this fair."

"Shall I?" Elliot asked, and to my chagrin, he transferred the chocolate to his other hand before lowering the hand I had been trying to pull down.

"Oh, so you think you're funny?"

"Very," he smiled.

"I swear Elliot," I started, then another idea popped into my head. "I'll tickle you."

His expression shifted at that and Harley laughed behind us, "he hates being tickled."

"Does he now?" A wicked grin spread across my lips and I looked up at Elliot.

He made to run away again but I managed to grab his shirt and corner him, and without wasting another second I began tickling him. He tried to hold in his laughs which made them come out stifled, but eventually, the little squeaks escaping him turned into full-out laughs.

Finally, he lowered his hands to block my tickle attacks but when I made to grab the chocolate Elliot grabbed my wrists and held them together.

He was still smiling from the laughs and I couldn't take him seriously when he said, "don't tickle me again."

With a smile on my face, I answered, "You seemed to enjoy it."

"I didn't."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged then quickly pulled my wrists out of his grip before tickling him again. It was hilarious how ticklish he was, but it was even funnier how high his voice sounded when he protested that I stop, I could even hear Harley chuckling from where she sat.

Elliot finally managed to grab my wrists and hold them together again. He looked up at the roof as he caught his breath, a smile pasted on his lips, one he seemed to be struggling to get rid of.

He faced me again, "I can't believe you did that."

"I can't believe you want to eat a whole chocolate in front of me."

"You're not going to stop until I give you the chocolate, are you?"

"No chance."

"In that case," he decided, raising my wrists to hold my hands above my head. "Harley, would you like to do the honours?"

I whipped my head in Harley's direction to see her lowering her phone and leaping up from her chair, "would I!"

"Harley, no," I began, squirming to release my wrists from Elliot's hands and lower my arms. "I'm not even ticklish, you're just going to be wasting your time."

"Then quit squirming," Elliot said.

I looked at him then, glaring into those chocolate-brown eyes of his. He cocked a brow, daring me to try and escape, but no matter how much I twisted my wrists, they weren't slipping past his grip.

"I am going to get you for this," I threatened, narrowing my eyes.

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged.

"Alright," Harley said from behind. "Get ready."

"Torture!" I cried as Elliot turned me around on my wrists to face Harley. "This is torture, let me go."

"3...2...1—" Harley raised her hands to tickle me and I found myself laughing.

"She hasn't even touched you yet," Elliot laughed.

"I'm not ticklish!" I stated, still laughing and squirming even though she hadn't even started yet. It

"Looks like you are," Harley said before skillfully moving her fingers against my ribs, forcing laughter out of me.

Elliot was laughing too, as was Harley, both of them enjoying the torture they were giving me. In order to escape the tickles, I stepped back, away from Harley, only to bump into Elliot. The warmth and strength of his front bumped into my back. Harley had paused on the tickles, stretching her hands and getting ready for round two, but what she didn't know was that that short reprieve allowed my body to react to the contact between Elliot's front and my back. My body decided to send a wave of foreign flurries through my being, causing my heart rate to pick up and my breath to catch in my throat.

Harley suddenly started tickling me again, saving me from the several sensations I had been starting to feel. Elliot suddenly released my wrists and stepped back, and rather than wondering why he did that all of a sudden, I decided to avenge myself and tickle Harley mercilessly.