One drop. Two. Then a shower of water droplets rained down, beating against the cafe windows. Andrew watched it all with a latte warming his, everyone outside either walking peacefully under an umbrella or running away as the sky shrieked with thunder.
Lady Hart drank from her cup with her eyes closed, as if taking in her surroundings by sound. She opened them and set the cup aside and sat up straight. Before he knew it Donya had slid the bag over to his side,
leaving Andrew to glance at it briefly before staring back out the window again, having not thinking much of it. Until she pushed it further, so far that it touch his arm.
"This is for you," she said.
Andrew's eyes widen. He motioned to himself.
"Yes, you," she said.
He blinked, twice. After a moment he muttered a thank you a
