Dasha’s eyes darted around them. There seemed to have no one paying attention to her or the attractive man. But she thought he was actually a head turner, wondering why some ladies were not looking at him.
Or maybe he isn’t their type, her mind reasoned out. She looked hard at the customers. They were middle-aged and most were guys. Maybe that’s the answer stupid! her brain admonished her.
Dasha took a deep breath. The man was still speaking to someone on his phone. She moved ever so slowly—probably the most snail-like move she had ever done in her entire life. Her left fingers reached for his pocket, while her right hand was holding the cup of coffee, and she sipped it or tried to. It was a pretext for her to not get caught by the guy or other customers.
When she got hold of his brown
