Lizzie's POV
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"Thank you for coming, Lizzie. I didn't expect you would show up." Kristoff formally stood up and offered the chair to me. I sat down and smiled a little bit at him.
"I've ordered your favorite drink."
As I gazed at it, I realized it was no longer my preferred choice of drink. I motioned my head toward one of the staff members stationed nearby, and she promptly acknowledged my signal.
"Can I have a fresh orange juice, please? Thank you."
The staff nodded and trailed off. Kristoff cleared his throat while looking at the drink he had ordered for me.
"Sorry, Kristoff, I can no longer consume strong coffee blends. I am only permitted to have a decaf, and I already had one cup this morning. I cannot handle another one."
He sighed and nodded a little. "That's alright. I'm
