Serena P. O. V
My steps stopped at the door of the coffee shop when I saw a figure that was very familiar to me. Even though he had his back to me, I immediately recognized who he was just from his back.
This is proof of how much he has invaded my mind since I started working at Pequira.
No, since I met him in Monaco.
The usual Serena would have made a turn. But I'd had enough of Serena, the thinker. I liked the new version of myself. The impulsive Serena. Act first; think later.
Now all I wanted to do was enter this coffee shop and approach him.
“Morning, sir. I didn't expect to see you here.” I deliberately elbowed Leopold's arm lightly.
Leopold gave me a quick glance, and his face turned sour, making it hard for me to hold back my laughter.
“I stop by here every day to buy coff
