LILITH

I took a moment to compose myself before turning back to face Dean.

Just then, the female waiter approached with a tray in hand.

“You already ordered?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes,” Dean replied casually. “It’s a bit warmer today—perfect weather for something cold. And since you were coming from the sun, I took the liberty of ordering in advance.”

The waiter reached our table and smiled. “Here’s your order. Enjoy.”

She set a cup of iced Americano in front of Dean and placed a dessert before me.

I blinked at the elegant, mouthwatering creation.

“Affogato?” I looked up at him.

“I had a feeling you might like it,” he...