Rose looked up, giving him a small smile. "You brought money this time?" That was one improvement on her dreams, at least. She shifted in her seat, leaning forward a bit as she looked up at him, having no intention of getting up. "Iced latte."
She might speak with the occasional British slang, but she wasn't a tea drinker. Not the way they made it in California, anyway.
His stupid grin put her at ease, and she felt a little more relaxed. Maybe by the time he was back with the drinks, she'd be feeling better.