~Ava’s POV ~

When I arrived at the diner it was already buzzing with so many people when I tied my apron and stepped behind the counter.

The scent of coffee and grease welcomed me like an old friend, and the clatter of plates and cups was oddly comforting. It was a place I was already used to.

Logan and Tristan had left early that morning for an out-of-town practice match. The group chat had been blowing up with dumb pictures and bad jokes, and I missed Logan more than I wanted to ...