CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
ELLA’S POV
The line is a bit long inside the tea shop but with Adam standing with me, talking about random stuff, I don’t feel infuriated at all. As a matter of fact, it keeps me off my angry thoughts against my father.
“Seasons?” I question, my posture slightly turned to face him.
Without hesitation his lips flutter open, a cheeky smile creeping on the corner of his lips, “Summer. Gives me the opportunity to flaunt my abs to you,”
“Right. Seriously though. Favorite season of the year,” I repeat my question.
“Winter,” but before he can explain further out turn arrives.
We place our orders then retreat to a corner booth to wait. Most of the customers were people around sixteen to late twenties; either couples or just small friend groups, chatting away, completely
