Brewing Jealousy

I hand the menu to him, and he accepts it. He goes through it and points at a cappuccino and a cake.

"This and this," he says, pointing at them.

"Okay."

He lifts his head while returning the menu to me, and our eyes meet. His eyes widen when he recognizes me, but I don't react or speak to him. I turn and head back to the counter.

"Helene," I hear him stand up, but I don't look his way. I make his