Villain Ch 1239. Don't Overanalyze Me!
"Oh." Mila's expression faltered briefly before she recovered, forcing a smile. "That's nice. Is it for work or…?"
"A date," Allen said simply, his tone as casual as if he'd mentioned the weather. He didn't elaborate, didn't look uncomfortable—just a simple, honest statement. Direct, no sugarcoating. It was part of what Mila admired about him… and what made him so frustrating sometimes.
The barista called her name, and she practically leapt out of her seat, muttering a quick "Excuse me" before heading to the counter. Her heart was racing, a mix of nerves and excitement buzzing under her skin.
'Alright, Mila. Deep breath. Don't overthink this.'
She picked up her drink and turned back toward the table, trying to look calm. Allen was still there, leaning back in his chair, his gaze drifting out the window like he wasn't in any particular rush. For a second, she hesitated. Should she sit back down? Was she overstaying her welcome?
