Fiona:
My lungs burned as I pressed against the brick wall behind a trendy coffee shop, trying to catch my breath. The afternoon sun beat down on my face as I scanned the street for any sign of that black van.
"You okay there?"
I spun around to find a girl about my age watching me with curious eyes. She had that effortless beauty that came from not trying too hard, with messy brown hair and paint-stained fingers.
"I'm fine," I lied, still breathing hard.
"Right. That's why you're hiding behind a coffee shop looking like you just outran the FBI." She grinned. "I'm Zoe. And you look like you could use some caffeine and air conditioning."
Before I could protest, she was already steering me toward the back entrance of the shop. The cool air hit my overheated skin like a blessing.
"Sit,"
