Nikolai POV.
I drank my coffee still looking at the girl, I saw her before in a diner, she was a waitress there, she looked out of place, I knew she wasn’t like the other, from the way she wore her uniform, to the way she didn’t even try to flirt or show some cleavages, a rare thing in that type of diners. I remember leaving her a big tip, she could use the money, she seemed to be in need for a bit of help, I was more than happy to help with that.
I kept sipping from my coffee, enjoying every sip of it, she’s right, it’s a good drink, she have a good taste in coffee. I watched her more around the café, I saw her interfere with other costumers, the smile on her face never dropped. I would’ve given my cousin Angelo to have her in my arms right now, I sound like a crazy man, a psychopath,
