The neon sign of Trattoria Bella, a dimly lit Italian bistro just off campus, buzzed with a warm, amber glow. Inside, the air was rich with the scent of garlic butter, crushed tomatoes, and toasted crusts—a welcome refuge from the crisp evening wind.
Lila adjusted her seat, sliding a little closer to the banquette as Ryker shrugged out of his dark jacket, draping the back of his chair. Across the table, Sophie was already deep in debate with Landon over whether garlic bread counted as a standalone food group or a mandatory appetizer prerequisite.
It was supposed to be a peaceful, quiet evening—a rare island of calm amid the chaos of midterm season and athletic schedules.
Except, unbeknownst to the four of them, chaos had just squeezed through the front door, wearing a trench coat that w
