Olivia POV
Everything about Adam Brooks lacks warmth. Everything except for the sweetness of his coffee.
I didn't take him as a guy who would use milk and sugar. It didn't show in his personality and sharp appearance.
And even now, as I sit opposite him in a cafe while he takes a sip of his coffee.
It seems as though the man before me has learned to hide his preferences for the things he likes, as though he had a treasure box he kept in his heart, hidden, locked away from others. He was unreadable. Makes me wonder what kind of life he had lived before his father accepted him and brought him into the public eye.
"Are you expecting someone?" Adam asked. His voice was calm and soft. Still, something about it gave me goosebumps.
Not the good kind.
I stop looking around t
