Chapter 5

Sapphire Watterson

“You don’t mean that,” he said, pushing the cup over to me. I furrowed my brows and tasted the coffee, which was bland at best and horrible at worst.

I didn’t show any indication that it was bad, though. Instead, I smiled wider than before, which caused his horrified expression to turn into confusion.

“Why? It’s perfect for me, though. Reminds me of someone I just met,” I told him, and he scoffed, realizing that I made a drink that would fit his personality. A wide smile spread across my cheeks, and I was almost gleefully dancing at his expression. I almost laughed when he started whining about the coffee.

“This is insane. You know your boss wouldn’t find it as funny as you think this is, right?”

“Are you trying to blackmail me?” I narrowed my eyes in mock seriousness.

He groaned. “Blackmail you? You just served the worst mocha I’ve had in my life unapologetically excited, and you think me reporting you to your