Luna’s POV
The man from the park grins sheepishly. ‘Yeah, sorry, I saw you over here and came to say hello, I didn’t mean to make you jump.’ He glances down at the sodden, coffee stained napkins in his hand and grimaces. ‘S.hit, I wrecked your drink, I’ll get you a new one . . .’
‘No, that’s not necessary . . .’ I start quickly, but he’s already shaking his head at me.
‘I caused you to lose your drink, I need to replace it, now what was it?’ he asks.
‘A flat white with one sugar’ I reply automatically, unable to stop myself from answering a direct question. ‘But you really don’t . . .’
I’m too late. The muscular man has already turned and strode back to the counter, leaving me at the table with his abandoned drink.
I sigh softly as I wait, fidgeting in my chair until he reappears. He
