"How did Ayesha even tell you my address? Last I checked she's restricted from accessing all of her military privileges."
"She… has her ways."
"Like you have yours. Coffee?"
"I… don't drink coffee."
Although Rhys intruded Maria's house out of nowhere, her stoic nature surprisingly still prevailed, as she was now calmly preparing some refreshments for her uninvited guest.
As for Rhys, he just sat at the counter and casually scanned Maria's apartment — which was a lot bigger than the apartment the military gave him.
She barely had any furniture, and although there was obviously enough space for a dining table, there was none. She did not even have a TV or a sofa.
"I have no use for them," Maria said as she placed a soda in front of Rhys, and a cup of coffee for her, "This apartment is solely for me to eat, sleep, and all the other private stuff I need to do that is none of your concern."
