LILITH
I took a moment to compose myself before turning back to face Dean.
Just then, the female waiter approached with a tray in hand.
“You already ordered?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Dean replied casually. “It’s a bit warmer today—perfect weather for something cold. And since you were coming from the sun, I took the liberty of ordering in advance.”
The waiter reached our table and smiled. “Here’s your order. Enjoy.”
She set a cup of iced Americano in front of Dean and placed a dessert before me.
I blinked at the elegant, mouthwatering creation.
“Affogato?” I looked up at him.
“I had a feeling you might like it,” he said. “But if not, feel free to order something else.”
I shook my head and pulled it closer. “No, thank you. I’m fine with this.”
Truthfully, I had a sweet tooth.
