One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 95 Audrey

I stepped out of the art supply store, clutching my new bundle of fabric and sewing notions to my chest. The soft, white cotton would be perfect for the outfit I was planning to make for Claudia's brunch-a smart pleated skirt and matching top. perfect for playing outdoor games, as Claudia had said.

The new materials had used up most of what was left of my spending money for the month, but I wanted to make a good impression-especially since I would be the only human amongst high society werewolves.

I couldn't help but grin at the thought. Me, à human, invited personally to Claudia Klein's home.

It was likely that the other guests would never expect someone like me to be there. Perhaps someday, when I finally made it in the fashion world, this would be one of those pivotal moments that I would be interviewed about in Vogue. My first foray into high society. Breaking the norms. Proving myself.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking. But a girl was allowed to dream, right?

As I headed home, the sweet scent of sugar and coffee wafted into my nostrils from a nearby bakery, making my stomach growl. I paused, eyeing the display of pastries in the window.

A coffee and a treat would be nice...

I pulled out my wallet, counting my change. After splurging on fabric, I wasn't sure if I had enough for a snack. But the aroma was too tempting to resist, and so I pushed through the doors, still holding my paper bag from the art supply shop, and got in line.

Inside the bakery, the warm air enveloped me, filled with the scent of fresh-baked goods. My mouth watered as I

approached the counter. The display case was filled with an array of pastries-flaky croissants, gooey cinnamon rolls, and

delicate fruit tarts.

"What can I get for you?" the barista asked. She was a young werewolf, probably around my age, with a bored expression that suggested she would rather be anywhere else.

"Um, could I get a latte and... one of those cinnamon rolls, please?" I pointed to the pastry case, my stomach already rumbling a bit in anticipation

She nodded, ringing up my order. "That'll be $7.50

I dug through my wallet, my heart sinking as I realized that I was just under a dollar short. "Oh," I muttered."

an eyebrow.

slipped my wallet back into my purse. "I'm a dollar short, I admitted, my face flushing hot with embarrassment. "Never mind,

barista rolled her eyes. "Typical," she muttered. "Humans always think they're entitled

many years passed, I still never fully got used to those sort of

as the barista was waving me away, a

slightly, I turned to see none other than Edwin standing there, wearing sunglasses and a baseball hat that partially obscured his face. My heart skipped a beat. Even in disguise, I recognized him

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to-I started, but Edwin was already handling a wad of cash to the barista and ordering a black coffee for

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his expression. "And you should watch your tongue when speaking about

went from pink to a deep, red scarlet as Edwin put his arm around me. The barista's eyes widened, her previous boredom replaced by shock and

was-" she stammered, looking between

off, steering me away to wait for our drinks. His arm around me was warm and solid, and I tried not to tremble too pathetically as we strode away

let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding-although it was hard to breathe with his arm around me like that. "Why did you do that?" I asked, my heart still

can't stand it when people mistreat humans." He glanced over his shoulder and grimaced, then shot me the tiniest ghost of a smirk.

barista a lesson..

tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, feeling bashful. Part of me wished it had been true, that I

I pushed the thought away before it

Thank you," I said softly. "You didn't

removed his arm, and

and Edwin grabbed our drinks and the cinnamon roll. He strode back over to me, handing me my cup and the small bag containing my pastry. I

the bag that was clutched in my arms. "What's the fabric for?"

said vaguely, not wanting to

for it."

you can't afford coffee, then maybe you don't need to make a whole