"Rich girl alert!" Dominic's voice rang out the moment Elisa stepped into the cafe, brushing a loose curl behind her ear and pretending not to hear him.
He followed her behind the counter, his eyes wide with exaggerated curiosity. "You're really going to pretend I am not talking to you? Uhn.
"It cant be me you are talking to because last I checked I am not rich." she replied him laughing.
"Acting like you didn't roll out of here yesterday in a sleek, black beast of a car that cost two times more than my entire college education?"
Elisa laughed, trying to hide the blush threatening to color her cheeks. "It's just… a ride."
"A ride?" Dominic leaned on the counter dramatically. "Elisa, honey. That ride had bulletproof windows. Do you know what kind of people ride around in that? Presidents. CEOs. Mafia bosses. And apparently… bookstore baristas now."
