“I hope you like your eggs soft," Stella said, setting a plate in front of Ella.
Ella smiled brightly. “I'll eat anything that isn't bar food."
Across the table, Andrew scrolled through his tablet, untouched coffee steaming beside him.
“I thought we'd have breakfast together," Stella added, sliding into her seat.
Andrew didn't look up. “I have a 9:00 call."
Ella leaned in. “I can eat quick."
Stella forced a smile. “I was talking to Andrew."
He blinked, then lifted his coffee as if noticing it for the first time. “Right. Thanks."
Ella dug into her eggs. “God, this is better than anything I've had in weeks. I'd almost forgotten what real breakfast tastes like."
Stella stirred her spoon slowly. “How long are you planning to stay?"
Ella didn't miss the edge in the question. “I don't
