Sienna stood by the counter, her fingers lightly resting against the smooth surface of the coffee machine as she tried to look far more confident than she actually felt.
"Zach, do you want espresso, cappuccino, or latte?" she asked, keeping her tone light.
"Latte. Thank you," Zachary replied easily, already moving toward the kitchen island. He pulled out a chair and sat with a casual grace that somehow made the entire room feel smaller.
Sienna turned her back to him almost immediately, focusing on the machine. She measured the coffee carefully, watching every small movement.
At this moment, it wasn't just about the coffee. It was about not messing up in front of him. And, unfortunately, it was also about the fact that she could feel his gaze.
She tried to steal a glance, but she regretted it.
