Chapter four

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"Would you like me to carry that drink for you, Michael? That looks really full!" Kevin breaks the silence after the coffee machine stops talking. I chose one of my favourite mugs to pour Hannah's latte into, a red mug with little, golden, glittery stars scattered on it.

I draw attention to the fact that he called me Michael without hesitation. That feels really satisfying, coming from someone who fundamentally works for me. It usually takes first-time workers at least a few hours or sometimes even days to get used to calling me Michael.

"Um," I vocally think, looking at the mug in question, with the light milk foam lining the top edges of the cup, almost seeping out - indeed, really full. I wordlessly nod.

"May I also ask why you have made two hot beverages? The tea and the latte," He walks towards me, stopping next to me and speaking with attracted and conscious interest to the presence of the two hot drinks I made.

"I'm making one for Hannah," I speak with the edges of my lips opposite each other and curved upwards. He analyzes the words that have just come out of my mouth for a bit and then, with a short gasp for air, speaks.

"Lucky lady," Are his only words with a quick smirk and an eyebrow raise. "Would you like me to bring biscuits to accompany your tea and her latte?" He poses a question I didn't think of. I mutely nod again and smile.

I leave the kitchen with my milky tea, trying not to spill it onto the laminated floor, and head to the girl. I hold a packet of malted milk biscuits in my unoccupied hand. Kevin walks briefly behind with Hannah's latte in his grip, a pack of digestives in the other and two small plates between his fingers on the same hand. My heart is racing for some odd reason.

Wait. Is this love? Is this what love feels like? Real love? Or am I only doing this because I am a good person? Does any of this make sense to her? Probably not. But I will still continue. Is that the right choice? Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know.

Hannah's PoV:

I bounce my right leg up and down on the sole of my foot while sitting down. I do this generally when I am anxious or nervous, which is the exact emotion I am feeling right now. Both of them. I have sat opposite a round glass table with what looks like a gold table leg on a comfortable leather sofa. It is luxuriously comfy.

The sound of voices talking brings me out of my daydreaming world back into reality. I raise my torso from reclining on the couch and observe as two people enter the room. I also suck my tummy in as a habitual response. It's Mr Ricketts and Kevin. I think that's his name.

"Hey!" Mr Ricketts enthusiastically beams at me as he walks closer to the round table.

"Hi!" I abruptly jump onto my feet, lightening up emotionally and physically as I smile at him.

"Sit down, sit down," Mr Ricketts urges me to sit back down, probably considering that my standing-up action was redundant. Though he does this with a soft and welcoming tone. I awkwardly take a seat in my initial sitting position. I know it was where I was sitting before as the leather is still warm from me sitting on it before. My facial expression is awkward as well. I can feel it.

"Enjoy your hot drinks, Hannah and Michael!" Kevin places a rich, red cup with loads of glittery golden stars running around it on the glass table ahead of me. I like it. It looks rich. I don't know any other way to describe it. It just does. But it's not like I like it because it looks rich. I like it because the combination of gold and red works well together. And it has cute little glittery stars, and you can never go wrong with stars on cups! Kevin also puts two plates on the table.

"Thank you, Kevin!" Michael shows gratitude to the man as he walks out of the room, displaying a thumbs up and smiling at him. He also sits next to me on the couch and places what I can only guess is his cup of tea. The cup he drank from at breakfast. I scooch up on the couch to not be annoying, as I think I am taking up a big chunk of the couch, even though this sofa is massive. It could comfortably fit 6 people on it, if not more.

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