Sick

Aden walked into the coffee shop, sagging a little.
He felt awful.
He hated colds.
And head colds were the worst.
But he knew he would feel better if he got out instead of staying at home. He also knew he would feel better if he saw Nora.
It had been horrible to not see her yesterday, but he hadn't been able to get out of bed.

She turned around when he walked in and the relief on her face was more than he had hoped for.
"Hey Nora." He said in his stuffy nose voice.