Her heart was practically about to leap out of her chest from sheer anxiety. She was torn between walking toward Carl’s table or just handing the tray over to Jane, pretending to be sick, and heading home—anything to avoid facing him.
Izzy swallowed hard and subtly turned, ready to go back to the counter. But she barely took a step when she froze, biting her lower lip as Carl suddenly called out her name.
"Izzy! Is that mine? Why are you bringing it back?"
Startled, Izzy turned around to face Carl, her nerves bubbling just beneath the surface. But the moment her eyes accidentally flicked toward the man standing near Carl—the man with that unreadable expression—she instantly looked away.
"I-I was just going to switch your coffee for a bigger one…" she muttered, trying to sound casual.
