EVELYN
“I’m telling you, the man is completely unhinged,” I said, rubbing my temples as I stared across the small, marble table at Lionel.
We were sitting in the outdoor courtyard of a very trendy cafe downtown. The sun was bright, the air was warm, and I had hoped a quick lunch with my best friend would help clear my head after the absolute disaster of last night.
Lionel took a slow sip of his iced matcha, a massive, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Unhinged? Darling, he’s obsessed. There is a very fine line between a stalker and a man who is completely losing his mind because he realizes he lost the best thing he ever had. Personally? I think it’s hilarious.”
“It’s not hilarious, Leo,” I groaned, leaning back in my chair. “He was standing outside my house at midnight like a
