Steam filled his nose, its contents that of chocolate. The mug's warmth poured into his hands, welcomed. Outside, snow had blessed the city of London, roads and rooftops completed sheeted with its presence. His mind had been taken elsewhere, thoughts rattling around inside his head, nagging at him. Christmas was nearly here. His eyes bore into the tinsel and stockings that decorated the room, willing for them to give him an answer, a clue even. Such wishful thinking. A sigh emitted from him, and disrupted by a door swinging open with much force.
“Jacob, my dear! I've been looking all over for you.” Roth, his voice as brash as ever. “Ah, indulging in a little treat are we?” he teased.
Jacob answered with a cheeky smirk.
“When is ever not a good time to treat one's self?” he followed up, bringing the mug to his wanting lips, enriching them with the sweet, hot liquid that Jacob craved.