Watching as Mina sipped her coffee, Presley wondered if it was possible this woman was really as innocent as she proclaimed. The way her tongue darted to the edge of the coffee cup to lick the droplet of the brew and the way her eyes seemed to be drinking in the scenery while completely ignoring the way every man seemed to be looking at her felt far too innocent to be real. Yet, the woman appeared truly oblivious to her effect on multiple men in the area, including Liborio.
He on the other hand was even colder and more aloof than previously. He was tearing at a pastry with his fingers and glowering at his coffee cup as if it contained arsenic instead of the best coffee Presley ever tasted.
“Presley, how did you two meet?” Mina asked suddenly, her big eyes with the dark lashes batting exa
