The sky above Black Briar Café was a dull gray, thick with clouds threatening rain. The kind of sky that made people hide under jackets and bury their hands in their pockets.
It was perfect for what they were about to do.
Lucas tugged the hood of his black sweatshirt farther over his head, tilting it just enough to shadow his eyes. Beside him, Graham adjusted his own hoodie—a worn, olive green one—and muttered under his breath.
“This has got to be the dumbest thing we’ve done,” Graham said. “Hiding under hoods, walking into a popular café like three undercover squirrels.”
Liam chuckled quietly from the other side. He wore a charcoal hoodie with a navy scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.
Lucas' eyes locked on the entrance to Black Briar Café. The place that had become a hotspot for
