Clara's POV:

"Sorry," I apologise as I fall into the booth.

I unravel myself from my coat and scarf and remove my gloves. It's cold outside. So cold I think it could snow; it won't though. It never snows.

"It's okay," Anna smiles happily. "I've just been looking at the menu."

"What's good?" I ask. I've never eaten here before. It's still pretty new.

"The steak is always a win," Anna tells me. "So, what's wrong?"

"What's right?" I mutter more to ...