Elizabeth sipped the drink Sawyer had presented her as he waited patiently for her reaction.
She always enjoyed it when he picked things out for her. It wasn't that he didn't want her to make decisions by herself, or that he was being overbearing; it was just one of the ways he liked to show her he was thinking about her and that he cared.
He had a natural talent for picking out flavors and ingredients that she suspected went beyond his keener sense of smell and taste.
Working in a coffee shop had been a good choice of job for him, even though it was really the only option he had.
"I did graduate high school, Elizabeth."
She wasn't sure why he felt a need to clarify that, but he was sitting opposite her in the corner of the little cafe and it felt like the first time in forever th
