Olivia
We reached the café, joining the short line. Alexander kept his hand on my back, his thumb making small, comforting circles that I wasn't entirely sure he was aware of.
"Your family seems nice," he commented, scanning the menu board above the counter.
"They are," I nodded. "They're also very protective."
"I noticed," he said dryly. "Your brother Nicholas looks like he wants to interrogate me."
"That's just his way," I explained. "He's been the man of the house since Dad got sick. Takes the role seriously."
Alexander nodded thoughtfully. "Understandable. I respect that."
The line moved forward, and we stepped up to order.
"Five coffees, please," Alexander told the barista. "Three black, one with cream and sugar, and..." he turned to me. "What would you like?"
"Just a latte,
