"Zayne?"

Of course.

She should've known it would be him.

How the heck did she not guess that?

He was literally the one who knew about the store she worked at and had even come there once

Why didn't her brain think of suspecting him?

“I guess the latte thing didn't give you a clue then.” He spoke, his tone even, but had an edge to it.

One that let her know he'd purposefully ordered a latte so she'd figure out who it was.

And her dumb self hadn't gotten that right.

So ...