Minutes had passed since Mrs. Julio had left, and Ayana, full of fraudsters, had walked to the encounter, hoping that Adam would finish his coffee fast. But that was not the case. It was like the guy was learning to drink coffee for the first time or something. Or he had some wicked plans.
Ayana grew impatient and walked to him, anger radiating from one ear to the other. It was past ten already, for goodness sake, and the distance to Robby’s home was almost an hour. “I am so much behind time. Can you finish that in the car? I will take it with me and bring it back with me in the morning,” she said.
Adam's expression and actions, particularly his lingering gaze and a faint hint of amusement, suggested a deliberate intention to provoke Ayana and test her patience. He seemed to be enjoying
