Stefan picked up the latte in front of him, took a small sip, and said flatly, "Okay. You have five minutes left."
Joanna: "..."
Damn it, she was so mad! This smug bastard! She wanted to hit him!
"You have nothing to say?"
Ace raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "You have two minutes left. I'm tempted to just get up and leave right now."
"Ace Moran! What's with the attitude?"
In the end, Joanna could not hold back anymore. She yelled at him, "You've wasted plenty of my time yourself. I can't even have a cup of coffee with you now? What are you busy with? Your funeral?"
Ace crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa. "Yup, that's more like you."
Joanna: "..."
There were many white-collar workers in the cafe.
Ace and Joanna were both famous, so they attracted a lot of attention.