Vinorca Jona POV
“Sit here.” Masen pulled the chair out for me, the gesture catching me off guard for a second. Still, I sat.
He settled into the chair across from me.
“What do you want to order, sir?” I asked quietly, still unsettled after everything that had just happened.
Masen gave a small smile. “Black coffee for me, with no sugar.”
Yuck. His taste in coffee was pure bitterness. “Sure, sir. Give me a moment. I’ll order it and bring it over.”
He nodded, and I pushed myself up immediately, heading toward the counter. I ordered his black coffee, then added a strawberry milkshake and a slice of cheesecake for myself.
Everything was going to strain my wallet, but once in a while I could treat myself. I always lived poor—nothing wrong with that. When I worked hard for myself, taking
