In my excitement, I lost my grip, and the coffee spilled onto the floor.

The sound echoed crisply through the quiet café.

Elvis and his confidante turned their heads simultaneously, and I quickly crouched down to hide.

As I scrambled to crawl under the table, Elvis walked over and picked me up like a kitten.

I grinned foolishly at Elvis, trying to cover up my sneaky behavior.

Elvis narrowed his eyes, his brows arched, but he unceremoniously snatched the phone from my hand.

Does Elvis like me?