C97 Chapter 97

Haven sat at a little, square table within the back corner of the coffee shop, his hands wrapped firmly around a container of cold coffee. He gazed vacantly out the window, observing as raindrops pattered against the glass. His leg bounced apprehensively beneath the table, a propensity he might never very break when his feelings were on edge.

Over from him, Alexis sat inflexibly in her seat