Rowan exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face as though the entire situation exhausted him.
“You’re overthinking it,” he said lightly, though his voice had dropped a tone. “He clearly mistook me for someone else. Rich customers probably come in and out of here all the time.”
Up close, Cathie was visibly confused. The way the middle-aged man had emphasized every word to Rowan felt too familiar—like they had known each other before. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, yet a part of her tried to accept Rowan’s explanation. He was right… wasn’t he? The shop looked far too expensive. Rowan could never even afford to step foot into a place like this on his own.
“That aside,” Rowan continued smoothly, forcing a casual smile, “what do you think? How about we get some cold drinks?”
“What?” Ca
