The Emergence of the Legacy Man

Chapter Thirteen

Keith watched as Camila chewed on her straw, her attention on the tablet on the table. He had been right in his assumption that she would prefer plain yogurt to anything flavored but had been wrong to think she would like her coffee black just because of that. He cracked into a smile recalling how her face scrunched up in disgust as she took a sip from the black coffee, Camila liked her coffee creamy and with enough sugar to give anyone cavities.

“Ok, it appears you are looking for somewhere settling and not entirely out of touch from the outside world yet reclusive,”

Camila mumbled under her breath her gaze not leaving her tablet, as her long manicured fingers swiped through the screen.

“You are on point.” He told her unsure if she was listening to him. He took more gulps from his almost cold coffee, finishing it at once, before setting his cup down.

“Would you prefer a stand alone house or a semi detached one?” she questioned, finally taking her gaze off the tablet.

He shrugged,