Sara’s POV
The café was glowing softly under the evening lights when we got there. The big glass windows gave off that warm, golden look that made it feel cozy and alive. Inside, people sat in twos and threes, laughing, talking, sipping from cups. The faint smell of coffee, sugar, and caramel filled the air, and I swear my stomach gave a little happy flutter.
Archer held the door open for me, and I walked in, trying to act normal. He didn’t even ask what I wanted before he told the cashier, “Two chocolate milkshakes.” His tone was casual but firm, like he was used to ordering for people. The cashier—a pretty blonde girl—smiled at him like she’d just met a movie star. I looked away quickly before I rolled my eyes.
He paid, of course. I tried to say something about splitting the cost, but
