"You two are cute," Vanka comments as we take our seats. She has a small teasing smile on her lips before taking a sip from her latte.
A server comes by and places my hot drink, a caramel macchiato, that Vanka ordered for me while I was still on my way here. I thank the server and pick up the cup. My palms instantly warm up as I hold it. "Thanks. He thinks it's ridiculous when he hears others say the same about us. He said it's flattering, but he doesn't like the attention."
"I can imagine him saying that."
I told her about the Instagram post that Dani took and Vanka chuckles.
"I secretly take pictures of him when he's busy doing something else. I might threaten him that I will post it if he pisses me off." Actually, the pictures I took are all decent, but all taken in angles that make him look even hotter. I don't really want to post them, I'm pretty much selfish of him now. But he's not fond of posting pictures of himself, so I might have a use of those sneaky pictures.
