I texted Tatiana.
William: (Miss Camille, I have arrived at the underground garage.)
Her response came shortly after.
Tatiana: (Hmm, wait for me a moment.)
Around twenty minutes later, a beautiful figure approached. It was none other than Tatiana.
"Good morning, Miss Camille!" I greeted.
"Good morning to you too," she replied, offering a soft smile.
I moved to open the passenger door for her. As she slid into the car, she noticed the breakfast. "How did you know my taste?"
How? How did I know?
Was I supposed to admit that I had spent the night scouring the driving recorder?
I smiled. "Really? I just bought them randomly. They looked appetizing, and I thought you would like them. You maintain such a good figure, I assumed you must control your sugar intake, so I ordered black coffee."
"Not bad," Tatiana remarked, "no wonder you can be friends with Edward, you have strong analytical skills. I'm even considering hiring you as my driver."
