Aurora pov

We sat in a quiet corner of a nearby restaurant. Isabel and I both ordered pancakes and cups of coffee.

As we waited, the silence stretched awkwardly between us. I decided to break it. “Why do you want to eat with me?” I asked, my eyes steady on her. “It’s clearly the last thing you’d want to do with me.”

She chuckled lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it was,” she admitted, her tone soft but nervous. “And I get that you’ll be ...