Alex’s POV
"Good morning," Trevor chaps as he makes his way to me.
"Morning to you," I call back, gesturing for him to sit down.
"So, what's up?"
"Do you want coffee or something?"
"I could use one."
I nod and walk over to the counter where the coffee is brewing. The aroma fills the small space as I pour a mug for him and one for myself.
Trevor leans back in his chair, his casual demeanor masking the sharp curiosity in his eyes. He’s always had a way of reading people, a skill that makes conversations like today's harder than they need to be.
I hand him the mug, and he nods his thanks before taking a careful sip. “Not bad,” he says, his tone light.
I sit down across from him, my hands warming around the ceramic. “Figured you’d appreciate it.”
He glances at me, one brow raised. “
