The kitchen smelled faintly of fresh coffee when Genevieve walked downstairs that morning, still tying the belt of her robe, her hair loose and slightly messy from sleep. She paused in the doorway, blinking in surprise at the sight of a warm cup already sitting on the counter, exactly where she usually stood, made exactly the way she liked it, two sugars, a small splash of cream, nothing more."How did you know I would be down at this exact time?" she asked, walking over slowly and picking up the cup.Sebastian sat at the table, scrolling through something on his phone, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You come down every morning around this time," he said simply. "I noticed."Genevieve took a slow sip, surprised at how perfectly it matched what she would have made for herself. "You remembered how I take my coffee.""It is not difficult information to retain," Sebastian said, though something in his tone suggested he had paid closer attention than he wanted to
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