The coffee shop was quiet when she arrived, warm light pouring in through the front windows and casting everything in soft gold. Danielle stopped just outside, her hand on the door. She could already see Seth through the glass, slouched in the corner booth like he always used to sit in class—elbows on the table, drink in hand, looking like he wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to come.
Her heart thudded. She almost turned around. But she couldn't. Something was telling her to do this.
She pushed the door open.
The bell above it chimed softly. Seth glanced up, eyes tracking her like he wasn’t sure what kind of Danielle he’d be facing today. Tense. Apologetic. Somewhere in between. She want sure either.
“Hey,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him.
“Hey.” He looked tired too. Not rag
