Cangkir Mas Novels & Stories

The man also wanted to talk to his lawyer for a while. A male barista greeted Camilla with a smile. "Good afternoon, how may I help you?" On the young man's uniform shirt was a name pin on his chest. "Steve". "I'd like two iced Americanos and one mushroom spaghetti, and ah let me remember, what would Kairav like to eat?" Camilla was talking to herself but the girl's gesture remained relaxed. "Ah, yes, perhaps roasted beef," she said then. She who already knew what Kairav's habitual and favorite drink was didn't need to ask her fiancé first.

Vinorca Jona POV “Sit here.” Masen pulled the chair out for me, the gesture catching me off guard for a second. Still, I sat. He settled into the chair across from me. “What do you want to order, sir?” I asked quietly, still unsettled after everything that had just happened. Masen gave a small smile. “Black coffee for me, with no sugar.” Yuck. His taste in coffee was pure bitterness. “Sure, sir. Give me a moment. I’ll order it and bring it over.”