“Two cookies, please,” I said to the barista at The Coffee Club. “And a hot green tea.”
When the barista walked away, I glanced up at Riccardo, who stood still as a statue by my side, face pointed straight ahead but eyes focused intently on the cookies in the case in front of me. I stifled a giggle.
“Do you want any—”
“No.”
“Okay,” I hummed as the barista handed me two cookies and a tea. “More for me.”
Riccardo’s face dropped for a mere moment, but when I handed him the cookie, the blank expression on his face returned. He took it and walked up the stairs with me to the second floor, sneaking a bite into his mouth.
“You’re welcome,” I said, earning me an eye roll.
Yes, an eye roll from the stoic bodyguard.
eye roll When we reached the top, Riccardo walked off with his cookie to sit
