Peyton walked into the coffee shop, her mind on Finn. He hadn’t called her. He’d left in the middle of the night Saturday and she hadn’t heard from him since. It was now Wednesday. Should she call him? No, he said he would call her. But they hadn’t gone this long without at least a text since they had started dating. Maybe she should call him.

     “Whoa, careful there Peyton.”

     Peyton blinked in surprise to see Clark - um Daniel - standing in front of her, his coffee held aloft.

     “Oh god, I am so sorry,” she said. “My mind was somewhere else completely.”

     “Hey, that’s okay,” he said with...