CHAPTER LXVII: LITTLE BY LITTLE

Angela's POV

"Angela, get the order of our customer at table 16." Christine told me teasingly.

I smothered a sigh and took the small notebook in the pocket of my black apron as I walked towards table 16. "What's your order?" I coldly asked without looking at him.

"Is that how you ask your customer about his order?" 

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "May I take your order, Sir?"

He smirked and folded his arms on his chest. "That's right. That's how you greet your handsome customer."

You're right, it's Lucifer. He always go here at the shop every evening just to bug me and insist to drive me home. He really stood up for his promise when we went to that hill. "You must have a sweet voice when you're asking me next time." He added.

"If you're not going to order, then I'm too busy to mingle with you." I said and was about to go back to the counter when he spoke again. "I would like to order an iced coffee and some Crepes Suzette.