Narrator's pov

VERONICA'S TEAHOUSE.

"Here's your cappuccino" she said and dropped it on the table.

Stephen looked at the cappuccino, then checked his wrist watch and arched an eyebrow at her.

"You spent almost an hour making a cup of cappuccino? What took you so long?" he asked her.

Veronica stared at him innocently, chuckled lightly and sat on the stool next to him.

"I was done making it, but there was a mistake" she paused and watched him.

He's simply staring at her, waiting for her to complete her words. She cleared her throat and continued.

"I added salt instead of milk, so I had to remake it" she...