Half Wild, Half Yours
The girl behind the counter had a nose ring and purple hair, and she lit up at the sight of Tyler.
“Lavender iced latte, please. Oat milk,” I said.
She glanced down at Tyler, who was sitting like a statue at my heel. “For you, or him?”
I grinned. “Definitely me. He’s more of a peanut butter guy.”
Drink in hand, I snagged a corner table near the window and let Tyler curl up beside me. He rested his head on my foot like a warm, breathing slipper. I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off.
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