"I don't understand. What do you mean by ‘you are disappointed’?" Nova scoffed, her hands on her waist as she stared at both Bentley and the coffee cup in awe. Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "You don't even know what you're talking about! Claire made this coffee, not me. How can you be disappointed in me for something I didn't even do?"
Bentley raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Exactly. I know Claire made the coffee, which is why I'm disappointed. I expected you to handle it."
Nova's face turned crimson. She opened her mouth to retort, then shut it, realizing she had jumped to conclusions. "Oh," she muttered, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "I...I guess I overreacted."
Bentley leaned back in his chair, his expression softening slightly.
