By the time we walk into the diner, I am ravenous. We quickly settle into a booth, and I immediately grab the menu trying to decide between a burger or an all-day breakfast. I am so lost in my thoughts that I barely notice someone approach the table. “Scoot up, Kat,” Sophie says, startling me.
“Heya.” I slide along so that she can sit beside me. “What are you doing here? This is not your usual haunt.”
“Finn called me,” she replies before looking down at her hands nervously.
I look over to find him studiously avoiding my gaze. “What is this?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as I look between Finn and Sophie. “Some kind of intervention or something?” I ask snarkily.
“Or something,” Sophie replies brightly while Finn sniggers in response.
“Fine.” I resign myself to the inevitable. If these two
