Alpha Stefan’s POV
Curiously, I watch as Becky holds her mug to her nose and inhales deeply, letting out a satisfied ‘mmmm’. She has a hint of nervous energy about her. Her body ticks occasionally and her foot is bobbing up and down, relentlessly. She drinks quickly, sighing in appreciation. “Honestly, this stuff is amazing. Can I have more?”
“Have you ever had tea before?” I answer her question with a question.
“No, Sir. We only have water available, we’re able to mix fruits in occasionally, if we have spare. Why?”
“Unless you specifically asked for decaf, which I’m assuming you didn’t. The kitchen staff will have just grabbed the normal stuff, that’s loaded in caffeine. How many cups have you had?”
“I think four or five?” She questions, sitting her mug on a placement, eyeing it up
