Helena's POV

AT THE CAFÉ

I walked up to a guy in a hoodie to ask for his order.

"Good day sir, welcome to Right Choice Café, what's your order please?"

"A cup of Americano," a familiar masculine voice spoke out.

"Okay," I said, jotting it down. "More milk or how would you want it?"

"You can choose that. You always know what I prefer in drinking terms right?"

"Excuse me?" I curiously asked and the man pulled down the hood and I got a clear view of him. Holy gracious! It was Davis. How did he know of here? Did he trail me? Hell no, what next now? All...