Missy
The coffee shop looked exactly the same.
Same narrow entrance.
Same small tables near the windows.
Same display case filled with cakes that looked better than they tasted.
Even the chair near the counter still leaned slightly to one side.
I noticed every detail because I was trying not to look at Logan.
He stood near the far window without a cap, sunglasses, or anything else that could turn him into Luke again.
No hidden identity.
No carefully chosen corner.
No private room.
Just Logan Carter standing in a public coffee shop while people recognised him and tried not to stare.
He had arrived before me.
That did not surprise me.
What surprised me was that he had not ordered for me.
No coffee waiting.
No pastry selected because he remembered what I liked.
No small gestu
