read from the newspaper he held in his hands. I didn't know why that got to me. Maybe because he looked so effortlessly relaxed, and my fragmented mind was being split in a flurry of puzzle pieces, none of which fit back into their original spaces.
My body rigid, my feet started moving, and they didn't stop until I stood in front of him with a cold expression that could've set off the next big freeze. Before he even looked up at me, I hissed quietly, "This is my spot."
Vik simply peered up at me with a furrowed brow. "No, it isn't."
Uh, excuse me? "Yes, it is. This is my spot. My café. You go get your own."
And his grin had my heart racing with anger. "Firstly, I brought you here, so if we're getting technical, you wouldn't even know about this place if it weren't for me."
My neck flushed.
Oh, right. I'd forgotten about that.
Feeling stupid, I huffed out a short breath, threw up my hands, and said, "Fine. I'll leave."
