Talon
Setting the water pitcher down on the back counter. I leaned against it, pulling my phone out of my apron. I didn’t know why, but I was feeling nervous and I couldn’t get past the feeling.
Almost like something bad was coming.
I swiped the screen open, checking my message. Hoping for one from Nevie that would put my nerves at ease.
There was nothing. I hit the text message icon and sent her a quick text before tucking my phone back into the pocket of my maroon apron.
“Everything okay?” Ethan asked as he picked up the tea pitcher.
“Yeah, just- I don’t know.” I said, shrugging my shoulders, “I’ve got a strange feeling.”
“Why don’t you take a break and call her?” Ethan asked, and I knew that he was talking about Nevie.
“I don’t want to interrupt her time, she’s had such a busy f
