Sophia’s POV
It’s the best flat white coffee I’ve ever tasted. Better than every single one I’ve had since I got back, and even better than the one I used to drink in London.
Alexander’s staring at me, eyes glistening with expectation. He wants to know if he did well.
I slowly wipe my mouth and give him a thumbs up.
“On a scale of one to ten?”
“Ten,” I reply.
He lifts a brow, a corner of his lips tilting upward to show he’s pleased.
“Thank you,” I murmur, watching him as he takes the mug to the sink.
“You’re welcome.”
He cleans up immediately, wiping and washing. And I just stare at him, wondering whether he spent hours learning to make the coffee or if he’s just a good coffee maker. Wondering if I should be wary of him or keep falling for him like I am right now.
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