Chapter 4“I think I’ve found my muse,” Henry informed Charles after they had eaten all the cupcakes, pie, and sandwiches.
“Who?”
“Jason.”
Charles seemed confused. “Who is that?”
Henry c****d his head slightly toward the counter. “The barista. I caught a glimpse of his nametag earlier.”
Charles immediately glanced in the same direction, but he didn’t utter a single word. Henry peeked at Charles, and he was rather surprised to detect what appeared to be a mixture of disappointment and hurt on his friend’s face. However, he might have imagined it because the expression was swiftly replaced by something neutral a second or two later. Then Charles beamed widely at Henry, but the joy didn’t quite reach his eyes. In fact, the happiness on Charles’s face looked kind of fake as if he was forci
