POV’s Tate
With that, he walked out of the cafe, leaving me alone with Philip.
Well, this totally isn’t awkward.
Philip opened up his wallet, pulling out some cash and placing it on the bill. “You ready?” He asked.
Ready to be mysteriously murdered by a guy who can’t seem to even smile at me? Sure, what the heck. At least I won’t have to deal with my grandfather.
As we stood up, I followed Philip out of the Cafe. He was being strangely calm, even holding the door open for me. He led the way to his car, a sleek Mercedes SUV; a good-looking car, but also practical when it came to fitting hockey equipment.
He walked over to the passenger door, opening it up for me.
Ok, seriously, what is happening here?
I got in, admiring the black leather interior as I put on my seatbelt. The driver
