Vinorca Jona POV

“Sit here.” Masen pulled the chair out for me, the gesture catching me off guard for a second. Still, I sat.

He settled into the chair across from me.

“What do you want to order, sir?” I asked quietly, still unsettled after everything that had just happened.

Masen gave a small smile. “Black coffee for me, with no sugar.”

Yuck. His taste in coffee was pure bitterness. “Sure, sir. Give me a moment. I’ll order it and bring it over.”

He nodded, and I pushed myself up immediately, heading toward the counter. I ordered his black coffee, then added a strawberry milkshake and a slice of cheesecake...