A Tragic Childhood

As soon as classes dismissed, Eli went straight to the library in order to continue where everyone left off last night, but only to find herself in a miffing position a moment later.

"You want me to what...?" she deadpanned, annoyance written over her face.

"Serve me a cup of tea and another plate of sweets... Oh, wait, forget about tea. I want coffee. Bring me some coffee," Wes ordered nonchalantly before gesturing her to start moving.

"For one, you're no master of mine, and secondly, asking me for tea is equal to death, you know."

"Why? Are you going to kill me for bossing you around?"

"No, not me. My tea will do the thing."

"Huh?"