In the seat by the window, Nolan was slouched lazily back against the chair.
The hood of his dark sweatshirt hung loosely over his head, and he flipped casually through one of the books Amaris had marked with notes, his long legs crossed loosely. Only when he heard her enter did he slowly lift his gaze.
The moment their eyes met, he raised one eyebrow.
"Morning."
Amaris stood frozen in place, having convinced herself she would never see him again.
She walked slowly to the empty seat beside him and set the croissants on the table between them.
Nolan glanced down, reached out, and took a bite.
"These for me?"
She shook her head and pointed toward the elderly woman smiling from the front of the room.
"Not enough sugar," he muttered with a look of distaste, yet finished the whol
