Claire’s POV
The cafe is bright and open, glass walls letting the afternoon sun spill across polished floors. I’m not saying he’s boogie, but Daniel has polished taste when it comes to eating, shopping… I get it, he grew up in wealth, and so he has a certain preference for certain food chains and brands.
Me, not so much. I mean, I did grow up wealthy as well, but I was forced to lower my standards until they began to feel and taste as if it’s what I preferred. Being married to Jeremy reminded me of what I had been missing.
Families crowd small tables, voices overlapping in a soft, careless chorus. Daniel sits across from me, legs swinging, straw between his fingers as he concentrates on lining it up just right with the lid of his juice. He is calm, yet cheerful, displaying signs that he
