He found himself slightly amused at the blush that crept into her cheeks. He was not a prince here; he did not command a legion or his people anymore. He was just a simple male plopped down into the rat race of this world who was expected to sink or swim. He chose to build the raft and drift along rather than be carried under by the current. Ignoring personal boundaries, he stepped directly behind her with maybe a few inches between them and ordered a breve latte, claiming that the richer milk made better foam. He liked this foam for some reason. Calmly, he reached for his wallet and leaned forward to hand the money to the cashier, then barely brushing against Cyd as he did so.