“When I got your text, I had a feeling it was from a fan. I was genuinely surprised to find out it was you,” Cole Shapiro said as I walked into the booth where he sat in the VIP area, his smug smile already waiting for me.
“You'll be glad you agreed to meet,” I said, sliding into the seat across from him.
A few days back, I had decided how I’d announce my grand return to the world. And who better to help me than Cole Shapiro—the man who always threw the loudest parties back in school?
My back-to-life party. That’s what I’d been calling it in my head.
Cole leaned forward, that easy grin still playing on his lips. “You know, after that night I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you—”
“And the eighteen other young girls you’ve used that line on today,” I cut him off, giving him my b
