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“What are you doing?” Matthew asked.
“All passenger princesses need coffee, don’t they?” The urge I had to fill the glove box with snacks and shit he didn’t even need was irrational, yet it persisted in the back of my mind.
“My friends are bringing me breakfast.”
It’s not their job to feed you. It’s mine. “It’s going to be a while until you see them. You sure you want to go to the police station on an empty stomach?”
His stomach rumbled angrily, and it was all the answer I needed.
At the screen, I ordered a classic latte and a breakfast sandwich. When that was done, I glanced at Matthew. “Caramel?”
His nose wrinkled. “That’s for trauma.”
“Right.” I agreed. It seemed I had a lot to learn about Elite and their traditions. “So…”
“Mocha.”
My lips cracked into a smile, and he shot me a hard look. “Don’t you even say it.”
I pressed my lips together and turned back to the order screen. “Can I also add a large mocha latte, extra whipped cream, and another one of those breakfast sandwiches.”
After she told me the total and I drove forward, I succumbed to the death glare burning a hole in the side of my head, turning to look at his adorably irate features.
“Extra whipped cream?” he questioned.
I smirked. “Princesses who like chocolate also like extra whipped cream.”
He gave me the finger. Both of them.
I was still laughing when I stopped beside the pickup window.
“Oh, Arsen!” the girl working the drive-thru exclaimed. “Hey! How are you?”
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to recognize me. I did DJ a lot of campus parties. Plus, I was on the radio.
Glancing through the window, I smiled. I didn’t know her but was fairly certain I’d seen her around campus a few times. “Hey. How’s it going?”
“I loved the playlist you played yesterday afternoon,” she told me.
“Thanks,” I said. “Wanted to change it up a bit.”
“I loved it. Got me through an intense workout.”
“Love to hear it,” I said as she passed a latte through the window to me.
When I turned to put it in the cup holder, I noticed Matthew staring straight out the windshield, unmoving.
“The other afternoon DJs play slower stuff, and it nearly puts me to sleep. Don’t they know we need something to beat the midday slump?”
As the girl kept talking, the muscle in Matthew’s jaw jerked, and he reached into his pants for his AirPods.
I realized then that he hadn’t put them in his ears since I’d met him this morning.
“Hey,” I called.
He paused, the open case in his hands.
“You don’t need those right now.”
