Elena's Point Of View

The moment I stepped into the café, I knew Lexy was going to eat me alive.

There she was… seated near the wide glass window like a hawk poised to strike. Her arms were crossed, lips pressed into a thin line, and that sharp arched brow of hers rose ever so slightly when her eyes met mine. I froze for a split second, then forced a laugh, brushing off the anxiety brewing in my stomach.

“Heyyy… Lexy,” I said, waving and walking over like I wasn’t ...