Ice Barista

Hugo slammed the door behind him as he entered his dorm, letting out a long, exhausted sigh before tossing his blazer onto the couch.

His stomach growled like an angry beast, reminding him of the absolute suffering he had endured at that fancy dinner party.

He had barely eaten anything! Not because there wasn't food—oh, there had been plenty.

There had been lavish dishes, expensive wines, golden forks, and plates so small that he would have needed at least fifteen servings just to feel remotely full.

But the problem was the eyes.

The god awful looks!

Everyone had been watching him like a hawk the entire night. Every bite he took, every sip he drank, it felt like he was a monkey in a zoo exhibit.

If he had even tried to eat at his usual pace, someone probably would have gasped in horror, and Emily's father might have disowned her on the spot.