Nina
Callie and I head to the smoothie shop, both of us still a bit breathless from the run. The city is just waking up, and the shop is already buzzing with people. The scent of fresh fruit and protein powder hits me as soon as we walk through the door.
“I’m getting something with acai,” Callie says, practically bouncing on her toes as she scans the menu. “I need all the antioxidants I can get after that workout.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so dramatic. I’ll just take the beetroot and ginger smoothie. I need a detox after... everything.”
We make our way to the counter, and I pull out my wallet, ready to pay. But just as I’m about to hand the cashier my card, a hand stops me. I freeze, my heart stuttering in my chest, and when I turn around, I’m staring into the familiar face of someone I
