Heather’s POV
We pulled into a quaint little shop in some corner I never knew existed before, Augustine had ditched his security detail before we got into his car and drove out of the school.
The inside of the shop looked rather posh and homey at the same time, I could perceive the scent of cinnamon rolls in the air and nicely brewed coffee, my stomach growled all of a sudden and I quickly turned to look at Augustine who had a small smile on his face.
“We should get something to eat while we are here, their pastries are really good” he said as he gestured for me to take a seat.
After I was seated, he took his seat opposite me with the table between us, I found that I could not look at him directly, I looked at everywhere and everything but kept my eyes away from him. By the time someon
