LEXIE
I was eating a late lunch at the bar when Mia sat down beside me.
She had two coffees and she put one in front of me and wrapped both hands around hers and looked at the bar in front of her for a second like she was organising her thoughts.
I put my fork down. "That face means something."
"I don't have a face," she said.
"You have a very specific face. It's the one you make before you say something you've already decided and you're trying to figure out the best order to say it in."
She looked at me sideways. "I'm that obvious?"
"Only to people paying attention," I said. "What's going on?"
She turned her coffee cup slowly in her hands. "I want to ask you something and I need you to actually think about it before you say no."
"I haven't said no yet."
"You were about to," she
