Valentina
Once I finish my plate of waffles, I lean back, patting my stomach. "Much better."
Silas takes a deep swing of his coffee and eyes the still persisting rain clouds outside. "The weather isn't, though."
"True." I see a deep frown take over his face, and he scoots to the end of the bench.
"Let me ask them where we could stay the night around here. And maybe a place to put Otti." He gets up and walks toward the counter, promptly engaging one of the elderly guys in a conversation. Silas seems a little awkward, but the man is delighted to have a convo and seems to be asking questions about the car right off the bet.
I get up and walk to the restroom so I don't sit around. Brushing my hair behind my ears and washing my face before returning to our table.
My eyes catch onto a j
