CHAPTER 12

When I walked into the entrance door of the café, my eyes caught the slender athletic frame of Zed sitting at the table pushed to the last edge of the walls. His eyes were glued to his phone and his American tux gave him the insignia of a young wealthy business person. I took in a long deep confident breath and walked to his direction. He only raised his gaze to meet me when I was a few feet away and immediately rose to pull out a seat for me. I smiled at his gesture and let myself settle on the chair and he returned back to his own seat. 'Hope you had a good night's sleep, Kenz." I nodded and settled my handbag on my laps. 'Yes, I did." 'Great." He smiled back and his eyes fumbled around the cafeteria and I figured he was either too nervous or ashamed to face me or if there was something else. 'Uhm…, what would you like to have?" 'Coffee would do. Iced latte." He nodded and beckoned to the waitress and in a few minutes, our orders of iced brown latte were lying in front of us.