The morning rush at the café had finally quieted down. The espresso machine hissed in the background as Katherine leaned against the counter, a dish towel slung over her shoulder, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla still lingering in the air. With a smile that refused to leave her lips, she picked up her phone and hit Carolina’s name.

The line rang twice.

Then—

“Hey, girl!” Carolina’s voice came bright and buzzing. “How are you doing? Did you guys, you know… get each ...