Jessica held up her hand and Samantha saw a small can of mace. Jessica hissed, “I will cut you if you come any closer.”
“You’re holding mace, not a knife,” Charity muttered.
“But I may have a knife, too. The mace is just a start,” Jessica said, not taking her eyes from the figure in front of them.
He took another step forward and the light finally fell on his face.
“Henry?” Samantha said, her brow drawing down. He’d already been to the coffee shop twice that week so she was surprised to see him again.
“Hello, Samantha and Samantha’s friends,” he said in his usual calm voice.
“I’d say hello in return but you were lurking in a dark hiding spot waiting on my girl,” Charity said. “I don’t say hello to people like that. What’s the deal? Do I need to let Jessica mace you and cut you?”
Sam
