After Isabella left, Theo ordered, "Make me a cup of green tea."
The servant stood frozen. "Green tea?"
The distinguished Sir had never been one to drink such cheap tea. The servant thought he must have misheard.
Theo’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Today, I want to taste green tea."
"Ah, yes, of course."
The servant scratched his head, confused, and left.
A short while later, the servant returned with a steaming cup of green tea.
Theo sipped it, his expression one of enjoyment. "This tastes pretty good."
He looked genuinely immersed in the flavor.
The servant stared, incredulous. Was he supposed to tell You that green tea was often a metaphor for... something else?
But before he could say anything, Theo took out his phone and, for the first time, posted on his social
