
“ That - was probably a little mean of me, wasn’t it? ”
The girl behind the counter hadn’t been so subtle with the way she was looking
at him. Well, that’s if she was trying to be. Intentions screamed out loud and clear
and yet he still plastered on a charming smile to be polite. But seeing the numbers
on the coffee sleeve as it was handed to him told him she got more than just being
polite. So when he went to the small counter to put milk in it, he took the sleeve off
and trashed it. Not even bothering to check if the woman was watching him or to
notice the guy next to him glancing at him until he picked his head up.
he almost laughed the way the other had turned his head to trace his gaze. internally he was smacking himself over the...