"Sure."
"With pepperoni and pineapple."
"Anything else?"
Cora crosses her arms. "You're not going to fight me over the pineapple?"
"Why would I fight you on that?"
She shrugs. "Not everyone likes pineapple on their pizza."
"If I had an issue with it, I would pick it off or order one without it. If you want pineapple, you're getting pineapple."
"Can I have a Sprite, too?"
"Yes."
"I can Venmo you."
I roll my eyes. "You will do no such thing." Plus, Miller said she could have whatever she wanted. Even if I was prepared to get her anything she asked for, he quite literally sent me an excessive amount of money to take care of her for two days. I can't imagine this sweet, innocent girl asking for pineapple on her pizza costs more than twenty grand.
"I insist." Cora plants her hands on her hips as if it's going to somehow make her appear bigger or more dominant.
"Not going to happen, Angel."
Cora scoffs. "I'm not an Angel."
"Whatever you say,Angel."
"Wow." Cora breathes in and sighs dramatically. "You're not going to let that one go, are you?"
"Never." Not in a million years.
This time, it's her that rolls her eyes. "I'm going to take a shower. You don't have any creepy cameras hidden in here, do you?"
"Fresh out of creepy cameras. I can have some installed if you like?" It's the truth. I'd never put something in my apartment that could be hacked into and spied on. I deal with secrets like they're currency. I can't afford for anyone to threaten that.
"I'll pass." Cora makes her way toward the door I motioned to, the one that belongs to my bedroom with the attached bathroom. "Wait..." She turns to face me. "You mentioned coffee. What kind?" She presses the corner of Miller's jacket to her lips and it's everything I can do to focus on the simple question she asked me.
"What kind do you want?"
"What are my options?"
"Whatever you desire, I will provide."
Cora deadpans. "So, if I say I want a vanilla oat milk latte with an extra shot of espresso..."
"Then I'd ask if you wanted it hot or iced."
"You're not serious."
"Deadly."
"Okay, hot then. I'll have water, too. Spring, please." Cora, seemingly satisfied with her demands, continues into my room, leaving the door cracked behind her.
I waste no time pulling out my phone and ordering the pizza, an extra-large, and adding on breadsticks and two different types of desserts—an apple dessert pizza and brownies, along with her Sprite. It's from a place I frequent and know won't keep us waiting too long. Hopefully, she'll like it. And if she doesn't, I'll order her food from somewhere else until she's happy.
I bring my hand to my forehead and sigh.What the fuck is wrong with me to care about something so stupid with someone I barely know?
