"Ah, good. The line goes by pretty quickly—usually there’s not even a line." He crossed his legs, reaching down to smooth out the dark material of his tight-fitting jeans before lifting his cup to take another appreciative sip. It was still hot, and burned his tongue slightly, but he didn’t mind it as much as he used to.
He saw that you were taking a sip of your coffee and grew curious. “The coffee is still hot, well I assume because mine is, didn’t it burn your tongue? You didn’t flinch or anything.”