LUCAS’ POV.

“This tastes good.” Derel said, savoring his latte.

“Don’t try to change the topic, Derel. I brought you here to this fancy café, so you can feel comfortable and talk to me.” I said, spooning cake into my mouth.

“Well, it’s not much. We just dated briefly.”

“When was that?” I asked, leaning backwards.

“Maybe a year ago?”

“So? How did you meet her?”

“She was in her senior year back then, about to graduate. So we dated briefly.”

“Anything ...