Jasmine’s POV

“Can we please have this to go? I’m not feeling so good suddenly,” I lied.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Concern in his voice as his eyebrows creased on his forehead.

“I think I might be coming down with the cold or something. Can we just go, like right now?”

“Sure. Let’s get you home.”

Shooting up from my seat, I took the lead and walked out the cafe easily and unseen.

“You can’t be serious! You’re doing exactly what I told you not to do,” Zenia grilled me like I was the younger one.

I had told her what transpired at the cafe.

“You’re just lucky he hadn’t seen...