YOU JUST LOVE GETTING UNDER MY SKIN, DON'T YOU?

MAYA.



"Your coffee is here," I said with a sly, knowing smirk, gesturing to the steaming cup the waiter had just placed in front of him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted up, and Andrew's eyes locked onto the cup, his face a picture of reluctance. "Take a sip," I muttered, my voice low and teasing, my eyes glinting with amusement as I dared him to follow through on his claim.



Andrew's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in determination, as he lifted the cup. But as the pungent aroma hit his nostrils, his face contorted in distaste, his eyes watering slightly. I smirked, enjoying his discomfort, as he faked an enthusiastic smile, his lips curling up in a stiff, unnatural grin.