I’m about to turn away, but just then, he steps through the front door. Tall, well-built, and with eyes that pierce the soul. And he’s looking right at me.
Butterflies fill my stomach. Elliot is one of the three men who meets here every Friday morning for coffee. They’re always dressed in sharp suits, almost too perfect to be real.
Over the months, Ava and I have caught them staring at me on more than one occasion. But Elliot is the one I talk to the most.