Latif Pov
"Pizza or burgers?" I inquired, taking a sip of my soda. "Definitely pizza," Mavis replied, popping a fry into her mouth. The cafe was almost deserted, just the two of us and an elderly couple by the window. Mavis tapped her feet to the gentle music playing in the background. It was a serene atmosphere, a word I never thought would be linked to our time together.
"Now it's my turn—tea or coffee?" Mavis asked. "Coffee for me," I responded. "And I’ll go with tea," she said. "How about summer or winter?" I posed. "Summer, what about you?" she countered. "Winter," I replied. "Looks like our preferences are quite different. Alright, here comes the big one," Mavis said, rubbing her hands together, "get ready."
I leaned in, grinning. "Alright, the stakes are high," I said. "They real
