“You’re here early,” Poppy said, bobbing up the steps to the second floor of the coffee shop.
Riccardo grabbed his phone and his third cookie of the day, then walked to a table across the floor. He had been surprisingly nice to me so far today. I mean, I would hope that he would because I had literally witnessed someone get murdered right in front of my eyes. But still …
He was never nice.
“You know you don’t have to sit alone,” I called to him.
But he didn’t even look up at me. Back to being the cold, hardheaded asshole.
“You have to tell me all about your trip!” Poppy cheered, sipping on tea. “How was it?”
“Good,” I gushed, attempting to forget about last night. Think about all the good times I have had with them, not the cold-blooded murder that I witnessed. “We went to the coast
