Yasmin blinked slowly, gawking at his unruly hair, which was still wet. A few drops of water dropped on his shoulder, wetting his grey t-shirt. Earl appeared to have just gotten out of the shower and rushed over here without drying off.
Yasmin found it awkward.
It was 4:20 pm, and she thought Earl was busy at work. Why did he take a shower at this time? Did he return home early? Or did he take a day off?
And then this flustered look…
He looked disturbed. The way he was gulping down a glass of water, it seemed like he had been thirsty for ages.
'Why is this man so weird?' She frowned as she slowly tilted her head to the left.
She curiously watched him beckoning to the barista.
"One espresso, a croissant, and a bagel, please. Do you need anything?" Earl gave her a quizzical look.
"No…" She gave him a short answer.
"Sure, Sir." The barista walked away.
