The third cup of coffee was placed heavily on the counter, the lid tilted to one side from the excessive force.
"The lid of the cup is crooked." Xi Wanrong didn't even touch it, but just signaled with her eyes.
"You—" Yang Rui clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides, ultimately roughly pulling off the lid of the cup and replacing it. His breathing became heavy, and the name tag on the chest of his uniform rose and fell violently with each breath.
When the fourth cup of coffee was handed over, Xi Wanrong suddenly reached out, but not to take the coffee, but to gently wipe the cup with her fingertips.
"There are fingerprints on the cup." She showed the nonexistent stains on her fingertips, her voice filled with false regret. "With such poor hygiene standards, it's no wonder your cinema's ratings keep dropping."
By the fifth cup, Yang Rui's movements had become mechanical and numb. When he pushed the coffee over again, Xi Wanrong suddenly leaned forward, so close that she could smell the cheap laundry detergent on him.
"You know what?" she lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret. "You look even more miserable now than when you dumped trash into my desk."
Yang Rui looked up suddenly, a hint of hurt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
"Xi Wanrong, did you do this on purpose?" His voice was low, but it couldn't hide the trembling in it.
She smiled, and this smile made two faint lines appear at the corners of her eyes: "Intentional? Yang Rui, you are the waiter now, and I am the customer."
She tilted her head slightly, the pearl studs on her earlobes gleaming coldly under the light. "The customer is God, understand?"
—Just like what you said when you knocked over my plate in front of everyone in the cafeteria.
The coffee machine started again, steam rising up, forming a hazy barrier between them.
Xi Wanrong observed Yang Rui's expression through the mist, watching the anger in his eyes gradually give way to a more complex emotion—an expression she had never seen on this proud boy's face before.
Humiliation. Frustration. And a hint of something she almost mistook for... regret?
When the sixth cup of coffee finally met all her stringent requirements, Xi Wanrong did not take it immediately. Her eyes passed over Yang Rui's shoulder and fell on the employee duty roster posted on the wall.
"Looks like you'll be working until the wee hours today," she said meaningfully, tapping the black card lightly with her fingertips. "What a coincidence! I just booked the VIP room for the midnight show."
Yang Rui's face turned pale in an instant.
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