The Islet Mystery 5

Ryan looked up in feigned surprise, and Shiela felt like wax, melting against a fire. "Che, what's wrong?"

"My goodness, Ryan! Can you stop the formalities? My insides tumble down every time I hear you both doing that."

"You should talk to Miss Ferrer," Ryan replied and gave her a wink, stealing Shiela a glance as she flushed like she had just an allergy attack.

"Shiela, do you hear that?" Cherry teased her as she broke into another round of laughter.

"Stop it, Che. Miss Ferrer might collapse."

This made everyone burst in laughter once more, and Shiela felt like crying. Ryan approached her and hugged her from behind, laughing. "Relax, dear. It's just a joke. Are you sure you like black?" 

Ryan pulled out the tray of creamers and began demonstrating it to her. "I saw you once at a coffee shop, and if I remember correctly, you choose cappuccino. Here are other choices as well; mocha latte, french vanilla, mocha, hazelnut..."