Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
“What’re you daydreaming about?” Jazz glanced at me, two days after the beautiful date I had with Robert. You’ve been a little loopy lately. Is it because of the weird guy in the alley? Dad had already installed cameras and fixed the lighting back there. If you’re worried—”
“No.” I flush. “It’s not that.”
Jazz is wiping down the tables after the morning rush. There are two people occupying the booth in the back, which is usually reserved for freelancers or remote workers. They pay no mind to our conversation.
“Then what is it?” Jazz sinks into one of the seats. “Not like you to be so spaced out.”
I don’t have anyone to discuss girly stuff with, and while Jazz does tend to get a little too excited, I find myself saying, “Robert took me out on a date the other
