CHAPTER NINE
Cyrus had just enough time to get home on his electric skateboard before night fell. He jumped onto the sidewalk in front of Wicked Cat Coffee & Brew, flipping his board into his hands and hooking it on his backpack. He couldn't stop smiling.
He sniffed a bouquet of random flowers that he had stopped to pick up for Becca. Their wet, fragrant smell mixed in with the strong aroma of roasted coffee beans.
Wicked Cat Coffee & Brew was a corner shop with brown and green brick, and windows that served as loading doors that folded up in the summer so people could sit on the patio after dark. Becca’s apartment was on the second floor, capped with a historic green turret, the kind that gave the old Chicago buildings flair.
Back in the day, North Milwaukee Avenue in Logan Square was
