The night before, when Justin had brought her home, Ainslon let him know her plans for having breakfast with Lauren. He had been nothing but supportive, and she promised to bring him something back. With her backpack snug on her back, she hopped into the fray and joined the countless others on the crosswalk.
As her feet took her to the familiar destination, her thoughts strayed to Lauren and their predicament. Last night proved she wasn’t ready to walk away from what she and Lauren had.
She thanked the gentleman holding the door open for her, took a deep breath, and let the smell of coffee, cinnamon, and baking bread invade her senses. She smiled at Alice, working behind the counter, and pointed to the back. Alice nodded, and Ainslon walked behind the counter and into the kitchen, then t
