Chapter 66. Friends?

Joan POV

I stared at the cup of latte sitting in front of me. Luckily, I’d woken up earlier than usual and decided to grab a coffee before heading to work.

There was an espresso machine in the office, but the coffee tasted awful. I had to deal with it because I didn’t have any at home yet—not that I didn’t want to, but somehow I never got around to buying a machine.

“Joan?” A masculine voice broke into my thoughts. I blinked, dragging my eyes away from the latte to meet a pair of familiar brown eyes.

I furrowed my brows as he grinned, tucking his hands into his pockets. Recognition hit me, and I smiled. “Brown Eyes?” I said, and he nodded, chuckling softly before pulling out the chair across from me.

“Can I sit with you?” he asked, and I nodded. He settled in, amusement swirling in his eyes.

“Since you’re calling me Brown Eyes, I’m guessing you’ve forgotten my name,” he teased, taking a sip of his drink.

I huffed, tucking a strand of