I stood at the counter, fiddling with the abacus, and a hand next to me handed me a cup of tea. I didn't even raise my eyes and continued to fiddle with the beads, "I guess if you continue to pass this on, you will die young in the end."
He smiled slightly, "I am indeed sick, lovesick."
I spat at him and held the tea to my mouth to hide my uncontrollable smile.