Minutes passed by, and the Chevrolet finally pulled to a stop in front of a cozy coffee shop. The place was famous for its cold and hot beverages. I’d never been there before, though. It was my first time setting foot inside.
We entered the upscale door in silence and found a spot to sit down. The table near the glass window was perfect. It was far from other tables, and no one nearby would overhear our conversation.
Placing my suitcase on the floor, I lowered my backpack on top of it before I occupied my seat. Natalia took the chair opposite mine.
A female server came to our table and asked for our order.
Natalia ordered iced coffee, a low-calorie drink I expected her to choose, while I ordered hot chocolate. Natalia paid for the drinks. I insisted on paying for my own, but she refus
