If Lucas was pretending…
He was very good at it.
But the more time I spent with him, the more I started to believe something else.
He wasn’t pretending at all.
We stayed in town longer than I expected.
After the park, Lucas dragged me through two more streets, a bookstore I didn’t plan to enter, and a small dessert place that smelled like sugar and cinnamon the moment we stepped inside.
“You’re trying too hard,” I told him as we walked in.
“I’m not trying,” he said. “This is natural talent.”
“Dragging someone around town all afternoon is natural talent?”
“Yes.”
“That’s concerning.”
Lucas grinned and pushed the door open.
A bell chimed softly above us.
Inside, the place was warm.
Soft music.
Low lights.
A glass counter filled with pastries I didn’t have the energy to identif
