“I needed this,” Autumn moaned as she placed her cup of coffee on the counter, and let out a frustrated sigh.
Dave leaned on the countertop and peered into her innocent, sea green eyes, “You look tired.”
“Tell me about it,” she sighed, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Let me guess…” He paused, searching her eyes, “You got fired,”
Autumn choked on her coffee at his words and sent him a death glare. Before she could say anything, he had rushed off to attend to a customer. ‘The nerve of this guy.'
“I wasn’t fired, okay?” she snapped when he came back.
“Whatever you say,” he snickered and continued, “But something tells me I’m not completely wrong.”
She stared at him for a while, the tip of her coffee cup dancing a few centimeters away from her lips before letting out a sigh
