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chapter seven

Mafia seven

I couldn’t get the chance to look behind me as the owner of the voice was soon standing beside me.

My jaw dropped.

She flashed me a quirky glance. “I’m sorry if I startled you. I made a really rough guess there. You like flat white huh? I mean most men like that…especially cold withdrawn ones like you…I’m sorry again if I spoke out of line.”

Still mute, I sought for words but it seemed as if words decided to fail me that moment as I stared down at the same person I had tried to avoid. The universe must have something against me, I had to agree.

“Erm, not all men like flat white. You shouldn’t make such…absurd assumptions.” I snapped myself back to the moment.

“Really? You don’t want flat white? What would you have then? Espresso? Cappuccino?”

“No, flat white whatever is fine. I’m not much a coffee fan.”

She shrugged but didn’t say another word. Then we waited for the coffee to be prepared.

“You already chose a spot to sit while you drink your coffee?” she asked me as we wa
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