Chapter 6. Not Coffee

Sarah

The way he strides toward me shakes my whole world. The last shred of denial that it’s happening breaks when his smile creates a dimple on his left cheek, making butterflies flood my stomach. 

He is here. 

Here to meet me. 

To smile just at me. 

Even if the world exploded around us, I wouldn’t notice. My brain slows his movements like slow motion in a movie as he bypasses Britt to stand on the other side of the chair where I left my jacket and bag. My mouth has gone dry, and I can’t seem to form words, standing there stupidly with a bottle in each hand. 

“Hi, Sarah,” he says, and the gravity of his cheeky gaze slices straight through me, shutting up my thoughts. 

“Here’s a beer.” I croak out awkwardly, handing the bottle. 

“Thanks, I thought we were having coffee,” he says casually, with that cocky grin still present. It looks like he successfully woke up from the shock he seeme