Lost in coffee recipe.

Lana led Santiago to the toilet. After the first and second time going in and out of the toilet, Santiago couldn't take it anymore. He slid into his car and drove back home hastily.

The following day, it was reported that Santiago didn't report to work due to health issues and that was when Evelyn blamed her daughter Lana for it.

Lana felt ashamed and sad for herself. A soft knock tapped on the door, prompting her to roll her neck and look towards the door. She ignored the call, curdling herself inside the bedsheets. She refused to go out despite all the pleas from Nina the housekeeper.

"Ma'am, I have tried my best in calling the young miss out but she doesn't want to listen to me. I don't know what else to do."

Evelyn sighed hearing Nina's complaints. She perceived a probing pain coming from her head at the thought of being distanced from her daughter.

She had not been there as a mother to curdle her baby in her arms and whisper sweet lullabies in her ears. She was not there to hold her daughter's hand when she took the first step as a toddler. She was not there to see how her daughter handled her first day at school.

Evelyn looked down at her body and sighed, she had not been able to do all this just because she was trapped in this sick bed. Paralyzed.

During the weekend Santiago's phone rang while he was studying some documents in his office at home.

"Lana refused to get out of her room the whole week because of the bad coffee she made that made you sick. It's all your fault."

"How is it my fault, your sister made a bad coffee and you blame me for that?"

"I'm blaming you Santiago because you have refused to come over to teach her how to do it better. You made the best coffee for my dad more than his chef, remember?"

Santiago stood from where he sat in his room and went to the window. Looking out, the sun was golden and it radiated on the surface of the earth. He drifted in the chorus of the distant melodic bustling of the city.

Everything looked beautiful to stare at and the voice he was listening to bathed him with warmth. "Is this your way of asking me to come over, Rose?"

Roselle's heartbeat picked up. She knew that whenever he called her Rose and not Roselle, she needed to be careful around him.

"N…no Santiago, I'm looking for a way to make my baby sis feel better." She stuttered, but somehow she needed to feel his presence. It irked her that day when she returned and heard he visited when she was not around and for the whole week, he had been working from home.

Before Roselle could finish making her excuses, Santiago had already hit the road.

Santiago came with his bag of ingredients, overwhelmed with happiness. It has been a long time since he prepared coffee for someone.

After the death of Professor Oliver Romano, he had not prepared his coffee for anyone else. His coffee was only reserved to be tasted by those he cherish so much.

Roselle was not a big fan of coffee compared to her sister who would choose to drink coffee for the rest of her life, just like Santiago.

Santiago was happy when he heard Roselle demand for his coffee though she had used her sister as an excuse for it.

Santiago took a deep breath, knocked on the door and held a broad smile to his handsome face but was shocked to hear that Roselle had left the house in an emergency.

"Madam, sir Santiago is here." Lana's housekeeper knocked on Lana's door. That was the only sentence Nina said that brought Lana out of her room.

"Santa," Lana called in a calm tone.

"Lana, how are you? Oh, I already know how you are, you locked yourself up in your room for the whole week."

This handsome man was standing in front of her again and this time making fun of her. "It's your fault."

Santiago laughed. "You are blaming me too?"

"You should have told me the coffee was too creamy and bad."

"I didn't want to make you feel bad, you put in a lot of effort to do that."

"But you ended up making me feel worst."

"My bad then, I can make it up to you. I will teach you how to prepare a good coffee"

"You will?" Lana beamed with a smile. Santiago nodded, since he had been told by the housekeeper that Roselle left for an emergency, he decided to make it up to Lana, feeling bad that Roselle was not around.

In the kitchen, the smell of strawberry syrup and coffee wafted in the air.

He began to combine the strawberry ingredients in a saucepan for making syrup. "This method was taught to me by my mother, she was the only one who made coffee for my dad, and no one dared to make his coffee except her. Dad's craving for Mum's coffee even reached the extent that he would take it to the office in case he needed something to ease his stress whenever he had a rough day."

Reminiscing on those days as he made his coffee, Lana was lost. 'How sweet, is there anything more romantic than a man who loves the kitchen?'

"Fill your little glass with coffee,"

She was busy gawping at his eyes. She could feel her blood rushing in her head at the beautiful attraction she was staring at. She wondered what her sister was thinking about rejecting him. Santiago Armsworth, one of the top businessmen in the country.

This coffee recipe was all it took to capture Lana and she had made up her mind. 'If Roselle doesn't want him, I will go after him myself' She thought to herself when Santiago was mixing the coffee ingredients.

"Then add your strawberry syrup."

Again, she was out in space, gawking at the way he carried the saucepan. Gawping at his slander hands that touched the coffee cup, gulping at his...

"Lana!"

A voice almost jolted her out of her skin. This time the voice was not from Santiago who was urging her to focus but from Mila her friend who brought her out of her thoughts.

Lana wipe her tears and opened the door, Mila was standing right in front of her.

"I hope you're not going to lock yourself up this time because of Santiago. Why don't you choose a man who you will not force your love on? Besides, Santiago is way too old for you. You're nineteen, Santiago is clocking thirty" Mila ranted before even stepping into Lana's room.

Immediately after she was done blabbing, Lana slammed the door in her face, leaving her to stand outside.

Mila banged on the door from outside asking Lana to open up.

"If that is all you've got to say to me, you better leave!" Lana shouted at Mila.

"Friend, I'm sorry, open the door please."