Chapter 5

Rafael

I yanked frustratingly at the collar of my shirt, forcing one of the buttons to pop open. 

"Tell me once again why you dragging me out here again." 

Benedict gave a hearty laugh from behind his menu. "Why must there be a reason? Can't I just drag my friend out because I missed seeing him and figured that he was coop himself indoors for the weekend if he had it his way?" 

I narrowed my eyes at him, making him shiver in his seat. 

He nervously diverted his eyes and raised his menu— a ridiculously pink and flowery menu— a bit higher as he mumbled, "Ok, so maybe I just want to try out a new popular dessert shop and figured that the fastest way to get in was to bring the Cordova name." 

That sounded more like the truth.