June’s Point of View
“Okay, spill. You’ve been smiling at your coffee like it just proposed to you.”
I blinked and looked up—Finn was already leaning across the café table, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed like a sassy therapist. Belle, sitting beside him, had her hand propped under her chin, clearly in on whatever ambush this was.
“Seriously,” Belle chimed in, sipping her drink. “That’s not a normal smile, June. That’s a ‘my man did something dangerously sweet’ kind of smile.”
“I wasn’t smiling,” I protested weakly, stirring my matcha.
Finn gasped, clutching his chest in mock betrayal. “Liar! Don’t try to gaslight us, Juneeey! That smile said ‘I woke up wrapped in Dos’s arms and now the sun shines differently’.”
I groaned and tried to hide behind my cup. “You guys are so dramatic.”
