Ambryan lifted up his violet eyes, his lips still touching the teacup's rim.
Evangeline held her coffee with two hands. She slipped one finger through the handle and cradled the mug near her lips. Her eyes closed as she inhaled the aroma. A satisfied moan rumbled in her throat.
"Now, this. This is good coffee," she whispered, opening her eyes. The coffee lit up her entire face. "I think I'd come back here just to try the others."
They just sat there for a while and enjoyed their beverages.
Ambryan enjoyed the silence. It seemed that his hunch was right. Evangeline was a woman who felt the same. She neither tried to talk to him nor created noise. This might actually be a rare peaceful lunch.
As much as he'd prefer it that way, they needed to discuss several things.
"Ms. Evangeline, if you don't mind, I'd like to open up a topic," he said, breaking the ice. The teacup clattered on the saucer. He patted his lips with the table napkin.
