It was bright and early in the morning.
Evelyn turned, grabbing the two cups of coffee from the kitchen counter.
She approached Zayne who was as usual seated in the small dining, browsing through his laptop.
"Here you go," she said.
He paused and lifted his head to her face before lowering his gaze to the cup. His eyes narrowed.
"No, thank you."
"What do you mean, 'no, thank you?" She peered at him obstinately.
"I recall the last time you gave me coffee." His smile was dry. "I was almost poisoned by salt."
She grinned at him, rolling her eyes. "Oh please, is this about the salt incident? You don't actually think I did something to this one, do you? When I know you're on guard and wouldn't fall for it again? I'm not stupid. If I wanted to handle you again, I'd do it when you least expect it."
"Handle me?" Zayne didn't seem convinced. "Baby girl, keep your coffee to yourself, I don't want it."
