A lone figure wearing a trench coat, desdendelle, walked slowly down a long corridor. He turned, then sniffed the air... once... twice...
Yes, he was sure of it. Someone was drinking Earl Grey.
He followed the smell, which eventually led him to a small, inconspicuous room. Opening the door, his eyes fell upon AnnaBee... drinking none other than his favourite drink. Earl Grey.
Ignoring the weird look he was getting at that moment, he sat down and helped himself to a cup.

#Not too long later...#

The two were talking endlessly, somehow managing to find a way to drink tea and talk at seemingly the same time.
"No way! You like The Bartimaeus Trilogy too?" AnnaBee said, quite hyperly.
"Yes, I do," des replied, smiling at her over a cup of Earl Grey.
"But you know what else I like?"
"What?"
"You."
And with that, he stood up and caught her lips with his own.