She was nervous. That much I could tell from the way her left hand kept tucking invisible strands of hair behind her ear. Her right arm was half hugging her body, as if shielding herself. I didn't need to ask her what she was scared of, I'd noticed the blade in the butler's glove the moment he took my coat. Now it was only a matter of time before I made my move, or he made his. "Two sugars, please," I said with a smile.
