“Sit down on that little table, and I’ll go get your drink,” Lucas offered, shrugging out of his jacket. “Hot chocolate, right?”

“Right,” Amy said with a small smile.

Amy turned her gaze to the window, focusing on the view instead of the flutter in her chest. This was just a fun day out. Don’t overthink it. This was one of her many flaws. Overthinking things.

A few minutes later, Lucas returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, each topped with a generous swirl of ...