Phoebe's POV
I watched as Alistair stayed close behind Harold, clutching a bubble tea cup. He stepped forward with a respectful nod. "Miss Hale, Mr. Bailey grabbed this for you while he was out."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, though I fought back a smile.
I wasn't about to refuse a thoughtful gesture, so I accepted the cup with a quick "Thanks."
Harold checked his watch like he was expecting someone. When he noticed I hadn't tried the drink yet, he gave me a gentle nudge. "Go ahead, taste it. What do you think?"
I looked down, pushed the straw through the lid, and took a sip. The cold bubble tea was perfectly sweet and refreshing, with those perfect chewy pearls that made everything better. "It's delicious," I said, my tone warming.
