DANIA
fter circling the small parking lot on the corner of Western and Vermont for twenty minutes, Dani was late. s**t. She didn’t want to go inside anyway, but she needed to pee. A silver BMW pulled out of a spot, and reluctantly, she swerved in to park.
“No one can hurt you without your permission,” she told her nervous reflection in the visor mirror, double-checking the nude-colored lip gloss. Should she have worn pink? Wait, was that a black whisker on her upper lip? Jesus. She plucked it out with her fingers. Great, now she had a red spot near her upper lip. Why did it matter? It wasn’t a contest. She didn’t have to be the prettiest woman in the room to keep Peter anymore. Why was she anxious?
The Coffee Bean’s air conditioning was on full blast, even though only two people waited
