I was still sitting in the café with Mia, debating whether to tell her about Nick or not. If I did, she would be the first person that I trusted in my life to be able to tell at all. Maybe if I did, she would understand why dating wasn’t a big deal to me or why I tried to avoid it as much as possible.
Well, if I didn’t eventually open up to someone in my life, I felt like I would never be able to move on past what happened. If I could trust anyone with this past of mine, it was Mia.
I took a deep breath, ready to tell her everything, when a guy stopped right in front of our table. “Eve?”
When I stared up to glance at who was saying my name, I never expected it to be Nick staring back at me. What were the odds that he was here just as I was
