In a sullen tone Isaac mentions, "You are having a fever."
A cold gasp turns my voice hoarse as I answer, "Yes, it happened last night… But I am feeling better now…"
As Isaac hears me, he mercilessly snatches the notepad away from my hands. Impatiently Isaac mentions, "I will take care of it. You shall take a seat and have some rest."
Feeling cared for, a smile appears on my face, "Thank you, Isaac."
Although I understand that it is not polite for a barista to sit down with his customer during working hours, I have decided to return to Table Twelve and join Mr Llevric for the time being.
With my glance laying on the mug in Isaac's hand, I mention to Mr Llevric, "Your beverage is on the house tonight." while my suggestion claims a curious frown from Mr Llevric, I explain, "I want to thank you for taking care of me. I would brew it myself if Isaac allowed me to."
