The Trap Of Ace
And when my turn came, I shook my head at him with a polite smile.
"No thanks! I don't drink coffee."
"No worries, Miss! I got some tea for you," he replied, handing me the cup of steaming tea.
I sent him a surprised look. How did he even know that I preferred tea over coffee?
"How do you know that I like tea?" I queried.
The smile of his face threatened to fall as his eyes flickered around. "Uh, I…"
"You may now go, Gabe. Thank you for these drinks," Ace said, cutting him off; his eyes not moving from me. And Gabe didn't waste a second before hurrying out of the room away from my question.