Today's OneWord: Weekly

We met at the Channel Five coffee shop on a weekly basis, always ordering mochas and always waiting for a Channel Five news bus to be situated outside. We knew why the shop had that name, though - it was because the owner's last name was Channel, and he was the fifth child out of seven in his family. He went by Chan colloquially, and he always winked at me when he handed me my drink.

"We're not dating," I'd always remind him, trying not to pay attention my attractive friend as she waited for me at the corner table.