Third-Person POV – Vienna

She always looked put together—heels clicking against tile, blouse neatly tucked in, phone in one hand and a stack of deadlines in the other. Vienna Xavier was the type of girl you’d assume had her whole life under control. And most of the time, she did. Or at least, she made sure it looked that way.

But today? She wasn’t sure if the tightness in her chest came from the hangover of sleeping through her problems—or from the boy sitting right in front of her now.

“You haven’t eaten, have you?” Jacob asked, handing her a cup of hot chocolate.

Vienna raised an eyebrow. “You actually...