We both were silent for a few minutes after that. Then the servant arrived with coffee.
"Shall I pour you some..." he asked after the servant left the room.
"Oh! I will pour myself, my lord..." I said quickly.
"So... You refuse to accept me as a friend?" he asked while focussing his gaze on me.
"What?" I said involuntarily.
"You still call me as my lord... That means you can't accept me as a friend, isn't it?" he demanded.
"No!!! No... I... I..." no words came to me, I felt utterly dumb.
"Relax, Arya... I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You can call me whatever you like... I am okay with anything." he said again, holding my hand.
I smiled without saying anything.
"So... Can I pour you some coffee?" he asked, releasing my hand.
I nodded my head.
He poured coffee into two
