I held my head in my hands and looked at Sierra with a resigned expression; who was enquiring about the ingredients of the Crofton special excitedly.
“Miss Hills,” a man dressed in a grey suit walked over; a wide smile forming on his face. “Long time no see.”
My eyebrows furrowed, and I gaped at him in confusion; trying to recall if I was supposed to know him. The smile on his lips faded, and he shifted a bit awkwardly. “I shouldn’t have expected you to recognise me. You were very troubled that day.”
“Do you want to say that I have visited this place before?”
His face flushed, and he stuttered in an anxious voice, “Of course not…. I don’t mean to imply anything, Miss Hills.” He turned to the server and added, “Don’t charge them anything. Tristan Sir has left a standing instruction
