Sweet Whisk was the new spot Kiara begged me to visit. I wasn't so big on sugar but if my best girl wanted support, I was definitely going to be there.
I sat across from her, while she picked at a lavender macaron. Her eyes went to the door for like the fifth time in a row.
“Kiara, are you okay?”, I asked, setting down my spoon, my creamy tiramisu momentarily forgotten. “You keep looking around like you’re expecting someone. What’s up?”
“Oh, no. I'm just admiring the place.” Kiara said, “Just… taking in the vibe, you know? This place is cute. Don't you think so?”
I raised a brow, unconvinced but I let it slide. “Sure. But you know if you're scoping out a secret date, you better spill. I need details,”
Kiara laughed, her eyes flicking to the door again, “No secret dates. I am consider
