Ophelia's Pov
“Guess what, darling?” As soon as I opened the door for Rina to let her in, she had jumped straight into my arms, the bag of what I assumed was food in her hand warming my back immediately it touched.
“Ouch.”
“You bought dinner from outs—”
“No, that's not it. You are not a good guesser.” She pulled away from me.
“I wasn't guessing,” I fired, locking the door after she had pulled away.
“Guess who spilled coffee on a customer today?”
“You.”
“Yes, me.” She began bringing everything out from the bag she had brought. “And instead of him yelling at me, he was cool instead. He took my number and gave me crazy cash—which I couldn't resist—and asked if we could meet for a simple, friendly dinner date, which I refused…” Her mouth ran like a tap as she set all the food, drinks a
