Luca's POV
She sat with her hands around the cup a long time before she said anything. Then she got up and left. And I sat there after.
The server came back once. I ordered another coffee and didn't touch it. Outside the river kept moving, the morning going on like nothing had happened at the corner table by the back wall. The couple with the dog were gone. Two cyclists had taken their spot on the path, heads down, moving fast.
That's the worst part.
I turned the cup in my hands. Set it down. She hadn't said yes and she hadn't said no, and we both knew what that meant. I still couldn't tell if it was the best thing I'd walked away from that morning or the worst.
I left money on the table and went out to the car.
I drove back alone. I'd come alone — no Logan, no entourage, nothing tha
