She tosses me a curious look. “Do you need something?” she asks. My gaze lights on the iced coffee machine. I’d kill for an iced coffee, heavy on the cream and sugar, but I think of the meager twenty in my wallet. “Oh, I…I don’t know.” “Give me a list, and I’ll have it delivered to your room.” Her smile brightens. “With the biggest iced coffee you’ve ever seen.” I shake my head. “You don’t have to do that.” “Of course I do.”
