Marcus's POV
The bell above the café door chimed softly as I pushed it open, a rush of warm, roasted coffee air greeting me. The place smelled like comfort—cinnamon, espresso, and a hint of something sweet baking in the back.
"Why did you bring us here? You know Aunt May likes Anna. Are you trying to kill your chance before you get a proper one?" Peter whispered to me as he shuffled past me through the door, followed closely by Bella, her sisters and Damian, who was frowning down at his phone.
"Something wrong?" I asked him, but he ignored me and walked towards our regular booth.
Bella's voice was the first to break the air. “Ugh. This is it?”
My jaw clenched.
“This place looks like something out of a bad ‘90s movie,” Elena added, wrinkling her nose at the chalkboard menu.
“I mean…
