Bjorn’s caustic commentary left Millie momentarily winded. She fixed him with a piercing gaze, her eyes aglow with indignant fury. The audacity of this tattooed oaf to liken her intellect to that of a pig?

“What are you staring at? Don’t dawdle; serve my coffee, you malodorous wench,”

Bjorn chided impatiently.

“This lout is overstepping his bounds. It’s time we taught him some manners.”

Derek leaned towards Marcus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Observing the escalating tension, Marcus, however, furrowed his brows, his gaze softening as it fell on Millie, who was struggling to contain her anger.

let’s observe how the drama

you hard of hearing?

she ruminated. As a mere waitress, what could she have possibly done to warrant this? She’d

resolve she could muster, Millie presented the cup of coffee before Bjorn and

her dear friend Grace at this establishment

Bjorn as the village fool, she decided his provocations were unworthy of her

sound of

this time at an appropriate temperature,”

touch of incredulity lighting them. Was this man

I’ll prepare another,” Millie conceded with a forced

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