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"Sophie," Nathan drawled out in a sing-song voice and I whirled the rotating stool around to face him, a tall sipper full of iced latte in my right hand and the straw in the other. He licked his lips at the sight and for a moment my cheeks burned thinking he was looking at me but in all actuality, Nathan's eyes were glued to the refreshing drink that must sound like heaven in his state. 

"Mr. Kim," I acknowledged, head tilting to the side as I blinked at him. He grunts and takes a few long steps towards me before reaching out for the glass that I held up far from him with stern eyes. "Not until you're done with practice sweetheart." 

"Please, just one sip," he whined, stomping as if about to throw a tantrum but I hushed him and pushed past him to walk down the stairs and straight into the basement. "You're cruel." 

"I'm aware," I grinned, more at the sight of Holly curled up against Mr. Min's leg than Nathan's various attempts of snatching the dri