Cassandra lifted an eyebrow and popped the lid on the paper cup to peer inside before giving it a sniff. “Okay, be serious. I know I give you shit about being a mind reader, but how do you know the kind of latte I drink?” I leaned in and let my beard tickle her ear as I whispered, “All I had to do was walk inside and ask if a loud New Yorker had been in lately. And then I asked them to give me whatever she ordered.”
