The steady hum of the car was the only sound between Marco and Delilah.
He kept his eyes on the road, his hands relaxed on the wheel, but he could feel Delilah’s impatience beside him.
Her gaze was fixed on her phone screen, and she glanced at the time, then sighed softly.
Thirty minutes late. She’d meant to hurry more.
Marco threw her a quick look, noting her distracted expression.
He figured she was in a rush to get to the café—most likely customers already waiting.
But he didn't want to bother her with conversation, sensing her mind was miles away.
When they finally pulled up to Shh... Café, Marco brought the car to a halt.
He shifted the car into park and turned to her, reaching over with a slight smile.
As he leaned in, Delilah was already gathering her clutch, pushing
