Milo returned to the kitchen for who knows how many times with a full cup of coffee in his hand.
He didn't make a fresh cup, he just brought back the same one, because he knew Salvatore was just looking for a problem with him.
The coffee was cold now.
He just smiled. He set that cup aside and made a fresh one. Maybe this time Salvatore would actually drink his coffee.
He felt happy along the way. He'd actually lost count somewhere around the seventh trip. The kitchen staff was confused by how many times he'd come back for coffee, but they'd stopped reacting by the fourth.
Now they just moved around him when he came through the door.
He rinsed the cup at the sink and moved to the coffee machine. While it was brewing, he opened the refrigerator and found the cake on the second shelf, already sliced into portions.
He took one piece out and set it on a small plate. He thought Salvatore might want something with his next cup. He wasn't sure, but he took it anyway.
"Excuse me."
