Chapter 1
Lyra POV
“Hey Dylan, you’re back again tonight?” I said while I wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time, my rag picking up the sticky residue from spilled soda and lint from who knows where.
The laundromat stretched out quiet around us, just the steady drone of a couple washers churning away in the far corner and the harsh flicker of those overhead lights that always made everything look a little grimy.
It was well past midnight now, my shift dragging on with only a handful of customers trickling in and out, and my back already starting to ache from standing too long in these cheap shoes.
But when Dylan pushed through the door with his laundry bag tossed over one shoulder, that familiar spark hit me right in the gut, pulling my attention away from the b
