My brothers are sitting in one of the booths, laughing at some joke that they probably won't share when I arrive.

"Clara." Luca jumps to his feet and pulls me into a quick hug. "How are you?"

I open my mouth to respond, but he beats me to it. "Actually, let me get you a drink first."

He's walking off before I even tell him what I want. Fortunately, I'm pretty sure he won't mess it up.

"How are you?" Gabriel asks cautiously.

"Fine."

I don't really ...