JUNIPER’S POV:
The café hums with energy, with a lot of chatter in the air. Its open windows let out a soft ocean breeze, which makes my body feel cool in contrast to the hot, crisp croissant in my hand.
“Hot!” I exclaim as I take a bite of the piece, then I catch Hiram staring at me with intent. “I am fine,” I say to him at once, then he reaches for my lips, wiping away the crumb stuck on them.
“Thank you,” I mutter, and he nods before going back to staring at his coffee directionless.
I think there is something wrong with him. I know he is having a hard time with his dad being sick, but he almost won’t open up to me.
“You’re scaring it,” I say, trying to start off light.
He looks up with his brows slightly drawn down. “What?”
“Your coffee. That’s the face you make when something i
