They were back on the spread when Brian cleared his throat. Sienna saw him holding a coffee flask.
Coffee?
She still remembered how she once joked with Lina that she would prefer a date under a cherry blossom tree with lots of coffee in a flask.
Lina had made fun of her.
"This won't be a date. It will be torture, Sienna Mason. No guy will come up with a cherry blossom tree and a coffee flask," She had stuck out her tongue, "Unless he is poor."
Sitting beside her, Hunter was busy playing with her hair, twisting a strand around his index finger while Brian was pouring coffee into the cups.
The scene was too… familiar.
Where had she seen it the last time?
She held the cup absentmindedly and didn't hear a single word of what Hunter was telling Brian.
"Sienna?" She jerked back into the present when Hunter called her.
"Huh?" She gave them a confused look, "What, Hunter?"
