He would not speak. He would not smile. But he would, apparently, drink coffee.
One side bears the unmistakable mark of a gentleman — a bold, sweeping mustache worthy of the most taciturn man in Hertfordshire. The other carries the MrDarcy's Coffee crest, because even brooding has a brand.
The interior is as dark as his first impression. The exterior, as composed as he pretends to be. Together, they make the kind of mug you reach for when you need to feel quietly superior before 9am.
Start every morning with a little pride. And perhaps a little prejudice.
