The Billionaires Flirting Expert

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"Vanilla Latte,” I ordered.

"Just a minute, Ma'am."

I nodded. I scanned the place with my eyes all around. There are also many people in the coffee shop, maybe because it's so early. Everyone is busy typing on their laptop while others are reading a book, and there are also a few students.

I looked behind me as the woman greeted the cashier. "Good Morning, Sir!" She welcomed the arriving man.

"The usual," he said.

I accidentally inhale his manly perfume because he's beside me. I took a glimpse of him. He stands proudly, shoulders arched back, and his chin held high.

I looked away at him. Then I also glanced at the clock on my wrist. Then I turned to the cash register. There was something the woman whispered to the companion. Just a few minutes late,r the two seemed to be arguing. The woman with him was sweaty and restless. "S-sir, Werann out of b-beans," she stammered.

"It's just morning, and you ran out of beans?" His voice is deep.

"We only have the usual coffee bean, sir, not the expensive one. Maybe it will come later. Your secretary didn't say--" she didn't finish what she would say when another woman shouted from behind her.

"Vanilla Latte!" That's my order!

I would have taken the coffee from the woman before me, but the man beside me grabbed it.

"Wait, that's my coffee!" I growled at the man who had taken the coffee I had bought.

"Order what you want, Miss. I'll pay for taking your coffee."

My forehead furrowed, my eyebrows sure to meet as well. "Do you have a problem? Why don't you buy yours ?!"

What did he think? Can he take my coffee as long as he wants?

I don't have to give a damn if he pays for my coffee. It would be nice if I weren't in a hurry either. Then I let him take my coffee. I will wait again. Mossy will preach to me.

He turned to the woman at the cashier. The woman spoke as if she had said something I had not heard. "We have donuts and pancakes to partner with your vanilla latte." She smiled.

I ignored what she said; instead, I turned to the man who had already left the coffee shop.

The heck of this man! I hurried out of the coffee shop and ran to him. I grabbed his elbow from behind, causing him to stop. He turned to me, his eyebrows meeting.

Soon I looked at his face. My gaze dropped to the coffee he held in his left hand.

"This is mine." I tried to take it, but I just guided it towards me and didn't get it.

He pulled the coffee back to him. "I'm in a hurry, miss. Just wait for your order. I'll pay for it."

"Are you the only one in a hurry?" I pulled the coffee towards me again, even though he still held it. He tightened the grip there.

"Learn to wait and don‘t own something that's not yours," I gritted. "If you can't wait for your coffee, It’s your problem, not mine." Who do you think you are?

The man smiled slightly at me and then scanned me. My forehead furrowed at what he had done. I instantly got conscious.

I felt its warm palm on top of my hand. He removed my grip on the coffee, then turned around and walked away from me. My eyes followed the man. He walked towards the car near the coffee shop and got in.