“Hello, my name is Veronika. Can I start you off with a glass of our house wine?” My eyes flash to Mia, whose lips curl in a polite smile. “Just a tea for me, please.” Veronika’s brows furrow in the middle, as though Mia asking for a warm drink in the middle of a blizzard is outrageous.
Aren't you going to specify what type of tea??
