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"Two Americanos"

I simply had no idea this would be so easy. Knowing what a man he could be, intolerant and the least caring type, I was expecting him to be ignorant. But that strange knocked-out face made me think twice on whether he was pretending, but it seemed, either way, benefit able for me.

"You like Americano?"

"You?"

He raised an eyebrow. I slapped my face and smiled

"Sorry, sir~ Do you like Americano?"

He stared at me, blankly, those words failing to come out.

I smiled again and he looked elsewhere. Thankfully, the cafe wasn't in the off times, or rather let's say, the rich of the building were too busy to even grab a coffee. Apart from a woman with a dog, there was not a soul, and the waiter; a young guy got us our coffees.

The fact he bent a bit to bow in front of Aiden made me exhale a bit.

"Why coffee?"

This question seemed unexpected. I mean, when someone invited you, that is not what you ask unless and until you are planning to have the coffee in an awkward conversation