Athena Davis was seeing Miya Ford and Levi together up close for the first time; perhaps she was biased, but she felt Levi just didn't deserve Miya Ford. Miya Ford was a refined lady from a scholarly family, embodying peaceful years; her very presence exuded gentleness, unlike Levi—an outright bandit oozing danger from every pore. As he rested his fingers casually on the table, it seemed he could make the sky fall and the earth split apart with a mere tap.
A bandit and a genteel lady… Miya Ford was disastrously mismatched.
Athena Davis tried her best to ignore the overpowering presence of a certain bandit, who seemed to thin the air with his mere existence.
"Why didn't you bring Sophia along?"
Miya Ford replied, "Sophia has gone to school."
The server brought over two cups of coffee.
Levi glanced up at the server's hand, rough with calluses.
After placing the cups down, the server quietly left.
Athena Davis asked Miya Ford, "Are you doing well here?"
"Yes."
