His Second Chance Luna
Athea knew of a place that made mean kebabs and lassi, a cold, sweet, foamy drink.
Following her inside the dimly lit cafe, I plopped on the vibrant chair in front of her. I roamed my eyes around, noticing the quotes on the wall, artistic paintings on one side and other filled with photographs.
My chest clenched when I saw a picture of the pup. It reminded me of Nathan, and from there, it was like falling down a tunnel, unlocking the other unwanted memories of the trip.
As if the omega had sensed the sudden shift in my mood, her hand came to nudge against my elbow. It startled me, almost knocking my knee against the table.
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