Sigh—
Roland released a breath onto the spotless teacup. As he began to breathe evenly, the tension and excitement from being under scrutiny dissipated.
Skillfully, a silver spoon scooped tea leaves from a jar. The spoon bobbed and swayed with his fingers; the tea leaves sprang joyfully into the teapot, promptly followed by boiling water. The moment the mechanical clock chimed, another teapot was lifted. The tilted spout poured out semi-transparent red tea that cleared the filter and fell into the teacup. Honey, lemon, and grapefruit juice danced in the vortex, finally dissolving along with the foam bursting into various patterns - leaving no trace behind, the fragrance seeping straight into the heart, spreading amid the rising steam.
Like magic, artfully elegant, coupled with a charming smile.
Unsurprisingly, this provoked squeals from the girls.
"Amazing!"
"So dazzling!"
"How does he do it?"
"So professional!"
"Even my butler at home can't do it!"
