Two weeks later, I’m working my shift in the diner when Sofia, Liam’s sister, walks in.
My attention is diverted to the entrance as always when the bell chimes. She appears to be in a hurry, her dark curls bounce slightly as she moves, her eyes frantically searching the area until they find me. A relieved smile crosses her face, but it makes me freeze.
Why is she here? And what does she want?
She approaches me in the middle of a table clean, her voice breathy, “Hey, Cassie. Hi. I was wondering if I could talk to you?”
“Now?” I’m prompted to ask, my eyes flickering to Tim who’s currently occupied with the desktop.
She nods, desperation dancing in her eyes. “Yes.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m working right now,” I tell her in a gentle voice, although my heart is racing. What does she want to
