Clara brought a large cup of coffee for Cedric, who was leaning casually against the edge of her table.
He nodded as he took the cup from her, then stared at the dark liquid for a moment.
Meanwhile, Clara narrowed her eyes suspiciously. After a moment, she asked, "Have you been spying on me all this time?"
Cedric suddenly coughed and smacked his tongue. "God, this is bitter."
"Oh." Clara's expression immediately turned apologetic. "Sorry. I drink coffee without sugar or milk, so I forgot not everyone is like me." She reached out her hand. "Give me, I'll go put some sugar in it for you."
Cedric shook his head and smiled. "It's fine, it's fine."
He then took another sip and swallowed it down. "I actually like it this way."
"Ah…" Clara smiled.
Cedric glanced at her through the corner of his eye.
'How can she be so careless? This is the Winterberry Blend of the Evrarel Empire.'
He sighed as he stared at the cheerful blonde girl in front of him.
