That’s kind of you to offer.

[Liem regards her for a moment, apparently considering whether to accept. He doesn’t really want to drink cold coffee. He’s also not entirely sure the barista didn’t spit in this when he wasn’t looking, given he hadn’t even known his drink was ready to begin with.

Presently, his thoughtful expression lightens in a brief smile.]

I suppose I can accept. You must let me treat you if we cross paths in Springstar, though.