Dominic’s POV
I shouldn't have agreed to this.
That is the first thought that cuts through me as I pull into the small café parking lot, the engine of my car humming under my grip.
The minute I look out the window, the serene cafe tucked away from the city's noise comes into sight. Exactly the kind of place she would pick.
I sit in my car for a moment, fingers gripping the wheel until my knuckles ache. My reflection stares back at me in the windshield—-jaw tight, eyes colder than intended. I shouldn't care what I look like, yet here I am checking the wrinkle on my shirt as if I'm for some damn reason meeting up with someone for the first time.
Fuck it!
I hop right out of my car after a couple of minutes of contemplating whether or not I should. When I finally walk into the Cáfe, the
