“Is that how old I look?” Zoticus questioned with a chuckle before really replying with, “I’m twenty-two.” He was content to follow her toward the small coffee shop, his gaze flickering about the decor it had outside. The smell of coffee and sugary sweets filled the air nearby, and he could only glance toward the woman nearby at her declaration.
Zoticus nearly froze once she grabbed his wrist but allowed himself to be pulled toward the entrance, soon just coming up behind her and idly glancing around the room, then the menu. However, his gaze flickered down to her once she begged him to order something. Did he look stressed? Shoot. Here he thought he had been hiding it well. The puppy dog eyes rewarded her with a head tilt from the man, and a huff of amusement shortly afterwards. “In that case, why don’t you surprise me?” He begged with a small smirk, soon reaching into his pocket only to slide a card across the nearby counter, toward the barista there, without even looking at her. “The last drink will go on this card.” He wasn’t about to take advantage of the family that just hired him. “I’ll take whatever the lady orders for me.”