Jean sat at the table, her legs crossed tightly against her body-hugging skirt. It was difficult for her to speak English slow and carefully enough for Lito to understand. Jean stared down at her caramel latte and stirred slowly. She took a sip of her drink careful not get cream on her upper lip. She looked up and observing Lito sip his hot dark coffee wondering if he like enjoyed it.
She cleared her throat with a feminine cough to get his attention, “Do you like it?”
She cleared her throat with a feminine cough to get his attention, “Do you like it?”