Elena's POV:

I didn't dare accept the cup of hot chocolate milk that seemed to carry good intentions, and turned warily over his face, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it, especially since I was even more convinced that I really hadn't seen him in my life.

But there was something inexplicably familiar about him, but why it was familiar, I couldn't say.

He nodded to his coffee cup and kindly explained, "I had the crew just make it, and I promise I didn't add anything."

Following the direction of his finger, I realized that there was a crew member not far behind me, wiping down the table, probably...