This wasn’t the first time someone treated me for a drink. But this was the first time I got this nervous so much my knees quivered under the table. I did my best so as not to let my hands tremble when I reached out for the treat and gently sip on the straw. August’s hawk eyes never once left me. Sandro had always been observant. He could be quite intimidating and domineering for the people who didn’t know him. But I knew him all too well, and I knew that behind that male bravado was a soft-hearted Sandro who got migraine with all my stupid ideas. And I wanted to assume it was the same case with August. That he came out as intimidating because he purposely was giving me a cold treatment, different from how he actually interacted with others. I wanted to believe he would, one day, be… soft
