August: Well-ok...you want coffee...?
"Yeah.."
August: Alright...
They reach the kitchen and August makes a pot of coffee
"..."
August: You ok? You're being awfully quiet...
"Mhm...I'm fine.."
August: Ok...
He hands Kat a large mug of black coffee and starts rummaging through the fridge
August: Damn...this thing is surprisingly well stocked...
He sipped his coffee, leaning on the kitchen counter
August: Hm-you know what? I think I'm gonna treat you...
"Yeah...?"
