The waiter approached their table with a careful smile, balancing a cup of coffee and iced tea on his tray. Henry shifted slightly, so the man could set the drinks down.
“Thank you,” Sofia mouthed, her voice barely above a whisper as she offered a small polite smile.
“You’re welcome ma'am,” the waiter replied before stepping away, leaving the two of them alone again.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. The café was quiet, with only a handful of customers, most of which were truck drivers and night workers. Sofia stirred her drink with her straw, pretending not to notice how Henry’s eyes kept studying her not in a creepy way, but in that calm, almost analytical way lawyers had when they were sizing up a witness.
“So,” he finally began, leaning back a little, “how long have you
