Angela’s POV
I smiled warmly at Andre. “Good evening, Andre. It’s me, Angela.”
Andre kept his eyes on me as I removed my mask. His expression registering only mild curiosity rather than shock.
Taking my cue, I brought out the premium coffee blend Gregory had prepared ahead of time and moved to Andre’s sideboard. I carefully measured the grounds and packed them into the French press. “Gregory mentioned that this Sumatran reserve is your favorite. Shall I make you a cup?” I offered. My movements deft and practiced.
Andre responded with a noncommittal grunt.
Except for the sound of boiling water and the quiet hiss as it met the coffee grounds, the entire room was dead silent. My every movement filled with ease and precision.
Soon, the rich, deep aroma of coffee permeated the air. Awak
