NORA
“What do you mean you’ve never googled him?!” Sam’s voice was loud enough to earn me a few warning looks from other patrons.
I muttered an apology, fishing out my AirPods from my purse. I was sitting at the café, nursing a warm cup of coffee while on FaceTime with Sam. I had just finished telling her about our very interesting encounter last night and she was being a pain in the ass about it.
“I mean, that’s like the first thing you should’ve done. I’m googling him, what was his last name again?”
“Carter,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair.
“Liam Carter,” Sam muttered to herself as she typed away on her phone. “Oh, my goodness. You’re not going to believe this, this guy’s actually a big deal. He’s—”
“I don’t want to know Sam. I don’t need anything else complicating my li
