Chapter thirteen: Cold Coffee

'too cold.' Elsa continuously blew hot air into her palm.

Although she knew there was a warm heater walking next to her she preferred not to get close.

She was starting to regret why she agreed to the night walk with Alexander, still she couldn't help but admit that it really helped in clearing the tense atmosphere between them.

She was bitterly complaining about the cold in her head when she sighted a library.

Without a word, she strolled in. Walking up to the boss who was reclining on his chair, an almost finished book in his hand.

"Hey—hello—" Elsa knocked on the table, and his eyes fluttered. Looking up at her.

"How can I help you?" He tilted his head to get a better look at her, a lazy expression on his face.

"Do you have coffee?" Elsa asked.

"Hmm." He nodded towards the coffee machine and Elsa muttered a small 'thank you'. Making two separate cups of coffee.

She walked to Alexander who was sitting by a table next to the big window. Taking a seat.

"Here." She passed cu