Ryan POV
I don't stay at my favorite table this time. I grab my coffee and get the hell out of there because I don't want to have a run in with Ana. It's bad enough that I couldn't stop thinking about her yesterday. I'm leaving the shop with my coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. I've been texting with my buddy Liam about a good time for him and Lucas to come visit. I'm not really up for any visitors so I keep brushing them off. I swing the door open and a woman who has clearly had too much coffee comes darting in past me, her small fluff of a dog running circles around her feet. The unruly little creature moves right into my path and since I can't really lift my bad leg that well, I stumble over the flea bag and my cup and phone go flying from my hands and mix in a puddle of co
