Mia’s pov

We hurried up the stairs to the scenic rooftop garden bar early afternoon light bathing the plants and tables in a soft glow.

My heart still raced from spotting Alex back at the market but Lena’s hand in mine kept me steady. “This spot looks perfect for us to breathe a bit,” I said, leading her to a secluded corner with cushioned seats overlooking the city.

We ordered fresh juices at first, nonalcoholic to keep things clear.

Lena sat close to her thigh pressing against mine again. “You handled that quick thinking well Mia.

Now tell me more about what is really going on with Alex.

I can...