Innessa stiffened at the sight of him, but she instantly masked her expression, averting her gaze from him. Her cheeks heated up, recalling last night, and she avoided looking at him. "What would you like to order, sir?" She asked in a calm voice giving nothing away. Why was he particularly in that restaurant when he knew she worked there? What was his motive for showing up like that? "Anything would do," he said after a long pause and she was sure when the first time she asked him that question, he said you. "And drink?" She asked not looking at him at all. "Iced latte," he said. She knew he didn't like iced latte; the only reason he ordered it was because it was her favorite. "I'll bring your order in about ten minutes, sir," she said and walked away before he could say anything else. Innessa didn't serve him the food. She requested the other waitress to do it for her but she could feel Isaac's eyes fixed on her as she served the customers. She noticed two girls giggling and
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