The second time that I averted my eyes from my report was when Vicky served you your caramel macchiato.
She told you to enjoy your drink and left, only after giving me a knowing smile. My eyes followed her as she went back to the counter and disappeared to the kitchen.
Micky, on the other hand, was staring at me, wearing this knowing smile, too. I hadn’t figured out why they had the same smile yet.
Oh right, they’re siblings.
When I turned around, my breath hitched to my throat when I saw your eyes on me.
What now?
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The Fifth Date
RomansaHer Solitude. His Company. Her Silence. His Words. Her Americano. His Caramel Macchiato. Their Date. Their Fifth Date. -TheGreatDutchess #goodluckgeorgia
