A few moments later, a server placed their orders. Two ceramic cups filled with thick black coffee, without a touch of sugar, steamed on the table.
Jonathan reached for his cup and took a sip with deliberate, slow movements. His facial expression was as calm as the rising steam.
"Drink. After that, we will talk."
Zee didn't wait any longer. She grabbed her cup and took a hasty sip.
"Ow!" She flinched, her eyes closing briefly. The heat burned her tongue.
Jonathan smiled faintly at her reaction. "Slow down. It is still hot. Do you want your tongue to blister before we even start talking?"
Why is he being so talkative? Zee thought, feeling frustrated. She clicked her tongue softly while blowing on the coffee in frustration.
Zee set the coffee cup down with enough force to make the liquid ripple. She crossed her arms, showing that her patience had completely run out.
"Let's start now. Explain what you meant," Zee said, her tone clearly laced with irritation and resentment.
