Eira’s POV

"Hey! Good afternoon, Eira!"

Ember’s voice always carried that lively energy, regardless of what time of day it was.

I closed my book and looked up. “Good afternoon, Ember. What brings you here? Need help with something?"

She scratched the back of her neck, offering me a nervous smile. “Actually… yeah, sort of.”

Before I could ask more, she reached for my arm. There’s this small pastry café near the square—I’ve been dying to try their honey tarts. Are you ...