Kyle paused for a moment, considering his options. "Iced Americano, please," he replied.
The barista nodded, punching in the order on the register. "Coming right up!" she said cheerfully, turning to prepare the drink.
Moments later, the barista returned with the freshly prepared drink, placing it on the counter before Kyle. "Here you go, one iced Americano," she said with a smile.
"Thank you," Kyle replied, reaching for the drink. With the cold coffee in hand, he turned on his heel and made his way back to the waiting car.
Meanwhile, inside the car, Rowan sat engrossed in his laptop, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his focused expression.
Lost in his work, Rowan's brow furrowed in concentration as he sifted through emails and reports, his mind fully immersed in the task at ha
