KEIRA’s POV

"Here is your latte, ma'am," the bubbly waiter with curly red hair said as she settled a tray in front of me.

I gazed at the cup of coffee and the slice of carrot cake beside it. I thanked her, and she walked away with the empty tray in hand. My eyes trailed back to the coffee, and I sighed.

After dropping Natasha off, going back home did not seem right at all. I had to stop by a cafe nearby my apartment and sort out my thoughts. I picked up the cup of coffee and took a ...