Hayden

The coffee shop was crowded, the low hum of conversation mixing with the hiss of the espresso machine. Jason and I had claimed a corner table near the window, the kind of spot that gave you just enough space to stretch your legs without brushing against the next table over.

Jason leaned back in his chair, a steaming mug in his hand. “Man, I swear, these people put more caffeine in a cup than should be legal.”

I smirked, stirring the foam on top of my latte. “That’s ...