Twenty-One

“Good morning, what can I get for you?” The barista smiles over the counter.

“Just a small dark roast coffee please,” Amira says and hands over a bill. This has been her morning routine for the past 3 years that she has been working part-time at her father’s head office. She discovered this small café around the corner from the building, giving her somewhere to go during lunches if she doesn’t feel like sitting in his stuffy office.

The barista hands her the small cup and she waits in line for the sugar and cream bar. She looks around the brightly lit seating area and her heart nearly stops when she spots Evander clear as day seated at the far end of the café by the window.

There is a jacket over the back of the chair opposite of him and soon after a young red-headed woman sits down across, only the side of her face visible to Amira. She peers at the woman’s face and wonders why she looks so familiar; she has never seen this woman before she can swe