Ethan's POV
I pushed open the door of the cafe, the bell chiming above our heads. The familiar scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries hit me like a warm hug. Behind me, Jacob practically bounced through the doorway, still riding the high from our art school success.
"I still can't believe you pulled it off, man." Matthew clapped my shoulder. "An art school. You. The guy who once drew a stick figure called it abstract art."
"Hey, that stick figure had depth." I led our group to our favorite corner spot - the one with the oversized leather chairs and the street view.
Ashley collapsed into one of the chairs. "Remember when he tried to help with the art club posters in college? The ones that looked like a toddler got loose with finger paints?"
"Those were experimental." I raised my ha
