We're Going on a Trip

The next night, John and Zara stayed near the park where the teleportation would occur. They were hidden behind some trees and bushes.

"Ugh, I'm so uncomfortable," Zara complained as she fidgeted.

John simply looked at her and pulled out a chair from his inventory.

"Sit," he said and Zara begrudgingly obliged.

"You better get comfortable. We might have to be here for days."

John was silent as he poured some coffee and gave it to Zara. "I think this will make the waiting easier."

Zara looked at the cup and her nose twitched at the smell of the beverage. "You do know I hate coffee, right?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, should I give your highness some tea?"

Zara snarled, her gaze fierce. She knew John was only teasing her, but she couldn't help but feel enraged. Men were assholes. Always demanding things from her like she owed them something.

She took the coffee begrudgingly and drank.