Tiara's pov
I had known that serving coffee to random strangers came with its fair share of irritations. But nothing could have prepared me for him walking into my life again, after everything he did to ruin it. I cursed my luck the moment I saw Enzo sitting exactly opposite the bill counter, his eyes scanning the café with that familiar arrogance. The same arrogance that had turned my life upside down.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I placed his coffee on his table, resisting the urge to fling it at his face. I could feel his gaze following me like a predator, piercing through my back as I hurried back behind the counter. My hands trembled as I picked up the next customer's bill, but I couldn't concentrate. My vision blurred, not just because of the tears that threatened to spill over, but because I had already counted the same bills five times, making no progress at all.
