Cammy and Eve had agreed to meet early at the café near the office, hoping to steal a few quiet moments over breakfast before the workday began.
Eve arrived first, but she wasn't exactly at ease. From the street, Cammy spotted her through the window—fidgeting, glancing around anxiously, her fingers wrapped tightly around her coffee cup as if it were the only thing grounding her.
As Cammy stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. She grinned as she approached the table. "Eve! You're early!" she exclaimed, making Eve flinch. Cammy frowned. "Woah, are you okay? I swear, your coffee must be too strong—it's turning you into a nervous wreck." She chuckled, sliding into the seat across from her.
Eve let out a shaky breath. "Cammy, something happened—"
But before she could get another word out, Cammy's phone buzzed loudly on the table.
