Sophia’s POV

It’s the best flat white coffee I’ve ever tasted. Better than every single one I’ve had since I got back, and even better than the one I used to drink in London.

Alexander’s staring at me, eyes glistening with expectation. He wants to know if he did well.

I slowly wipe my mouth and give him a thumbs up.

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Ten,” I reply.

He lifts a brow, a corner of his lips tilting upward to show he’s pleased.

“Thank you,” I murmur, watching him ...