I originally wanted to refuse, but for some reason, I answered, "Where to?"
Lucas lifted his chin, signaling me to get in the car.
As if possessed by some unseen force, I actually followed him in.
…
Lucas took me to an elegant café, where warm sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He ordered two more cups of coffee despite the fact that the one he had at my apartment complex entrance was still unfinished.
I couldn't help but mock him, "Tell me, Mr. Schneider, just how much do you love coffee?"
I pointed at the three cups of coffee on the table, varying in shades of darkness. "You haven't even finished the first one, and now, you've ordered two more. Are you hosting a coffee-tasting event?"
Lucas simply smiled, unconcerned. His long fingers idly fiddled with the freshly served mocha in front of him. It released a rich chocolatey aroma.
"This one's for you. Try it. Their mocha is really good," he said, pushing the cup toward me.
I glanced at the beautifully crafted mocha, then at the half-finished Americano in his hand. "I don't like things that are too sweet."
"Not into sweet things?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, looking slightly surprised. "I thought all girls liked sweets."
"Girls?" I let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Schneider, your understanding is truly shallow."
Instead of getting annoyed, he looked even more amused. "Oh? Then what do you like? Enlighten me."
I couldn't be bothered with him, so I simply picked up my glass of water and took a sip. "Women are human too. And as long as someone's human, they like money. Isn't that right?"
Lucas let out a low chuckle, a hint of indulgence hidden in his laughter. "It seems you're quite the pragmatist."
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