As Xing Han sat there glaring at the still laughing Kyle, the waiter came over with several hot, moist face towels. He placed them on the table beside Xing Han and asked him for his order.
"Another latte for that stupid fool there," Xing Han replied, "Iced lemon tea and blueberry cheesecake for me."
"Very good, Sir," he said and went off.
Kyle wiped his eyes, "Sorry about that. How did you know that I had latte anyway?"
Xing Han licked his lips and replied, "How do you think?!"
Kyle really hadn't expected that from Xing Han, especially after thinking of such heavy stuff earlier. He had, uncharacteristically, listened intently at Xing Han for the 'problem' that Xing Han had identified. Kyle had been racking his brain, thinking of what was it that he could have possibly missed.
So, when Xing Han said that ... he just couldn't help it.
Kyle apologized again but one couldn't really sense the sincerity since he was still grinning like a fool.
