"What are you waiting for Mr. Miller?" Chet asks, "Enjoy your drink."
He massages the skin on Mikaela's knee using his fingers, silently urging him to lay back.
Mikaela's eyes shift from the espressos to Chet's face. He's bad looking but it's clear that he has had some work done to look younger even though it's still obvious that he's in his early to mid forties. His hair got two different shades of brown. His hairdresser must be good, Mikaela didn't notice the toupee at first glance. Even his eyes are fake, clearly contact lenses.
"Very well." Mikaela grabs an espresso and drinks. He stares at Chet, who was too busy ogling Mikaela to notice that he didn't take the espresso on Mikaela's right.
Does he think I'm some kind of moron who doesn't know when a drink is spiked or not. Hell with that much bubbling in an espresso, any idiot can tell the difference.
