Freya's POV
I watched him extend the cup toward me, my eyes narrowing with surprise at his gesture.
He actually remembered that moment from before.
Still, one missed hot cocoa meant nothing to me now.
I offered him a polite smile and shook my head. "No thanks. I don't accept drinks from questionable sources."
Jasper Tristan's expression turned to stone immediately, his features hardening into something cold and unforgiving.
He understood exactly what I was getting at.
I pulled my gaze away without emotion and flipped my hair back. "Come on, we should head inside before they close for the day."
We entered the building, grabbed our ticket number, and found seats in the waiting area.
Jasper kept his eyes fixed on me, obviously wanting to start a conversation, but my phone started buzzing so I stepped away to answer it.
Mack Ben's name flashed on the screen.
