LEXIE
"Coffee's ready," Mia called from behind the counter the next morning, already pouring a cup before I'd even sat down.
"You're up early for someone who danced with three separate strangers last night," I said, sliding onto my stool.
"Recovery is a skill I've mastered," she said, sliding the cup toward me. "Now. Tell me everything."
"Everything about what?"
"Don't do that," she said. "The dance, the walk home, all of it."
"There's nothing to tell," I said, wrapping both hands around my mug. "We danced because Crow wouldn't leave us alone, and then he walked me back because it was late. That's it, that's the whole story."
Mia raised one eyebrow, leaning against the counter with the patience of a woman who'd clearly prepared for this exact deflection. "That's it."
"That's it."
