Third person's POV
Moxie and Nathaniel parted after another hour. As Moxie left the studio, she couldn't still help but think about it. Nathaniel’s words hadn’t left. They lingered in her mind. She couldn’t ignore them no matter how hard she tried to focus on something else. She had told herself not to overthink it, had even laughed it off in the moment, but now, walking toward the café where she was supposed to meet George, the question kept circling back.
If what Nathaniel said was true, would their relationship really survive this?
She exhaled slowly, adjusting the strap of her bag as she spotted him through the glass windows before she even reached the door, already seated at one of the tables/
For a moment, she paused outside, watching him through the reflection of the glass, and
