Letter to Laura George
He dropped a crisp hundred-dollar bill onto the table, far more than his coffee cost and walked out.
I watched him go, jaw tightening.
Son of a bitch! Maybe Adlan had been right about him all along.
As I turned back to the cafe, my gaze caught on Andrew, who had been watching our exchange. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and solemn. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared inside.
What the hell was that about? And more importantly… who the hell was Lexi?
The question lingered in my mind, gnawing at me for the rest of my shift. I tried to talk to Andrew about his odd behavior, but he had conveniently vanished. His absence only made him more suspicious.
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