Carmela's POV
Jay started the engine, his car humming softly as he smoothly maneuvered toward the parking bay.
Carmela watched him go, her heart still unsteady from their brief exchange. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to refocus.
"Shinyoung-a, let me do that," she said, stepping forward.
Shinyoung, who had been about to prepare Jay’s drink, turned to her in surprise. "Oh? Okay, Ma'am. Thank you."
Carmela reached for the coffee cup and started making the iced Americano herself.
I am not doing his order just because I like him. I am doing this because there are long lines of cars, and as a manager, I have to help.
That was what she told herself, but as she poured the shots of espresso into the iced coffee, she knew she was being a little dishonest.
She wasn’t just making it
