Fiona:

My lungs burned as I pressed against the brick wall behind a trendy coffee shop, trying to catch my breath. The afternoon sun beat down on my face as I scanned the street for any sign of that black van.

"You okay there?"

I spun around to find a girl about my age watching me with curious eyes. She had that effortless beauty that came from not trying too hard, with messy brown hair and paint-stained fingers.

"I'm fine," I lied, still breathing hard.

"Right. That's why you're hiding behind a coffee shop looking like you just outran the FBI." She grinned. "I'm Zoe. And you look like you...