Eileen’s POV

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Evans villa.

I sat at the small café across the street, lazily stirring the melting chocolate ice cream in front of me.

I had just checked the balance of Luis’s bank card.$50 remaining.

My lips curved slightly.“So that’s all that’s left.”

I lifted the chocolate cone the cashier had just handed me and took a small bite.

Then I pulled out my phone.The camera clicked.

A picture appeared on the screen: a simple chocolate ice cream cone against the golden afternoon light.

I opened Moments.I typed a short caption.

Last treat before tonight’s blind date.

Then I...