Rowan:
The slim silver hands of my watch ticked with a rhythm far too slow for my restless heart. I had just moved my wrist again, about to check the time, when a familiar voice cut into my thoughts.
"That's the dozenth time you have looked at it in the past five minutes," the barista said as she placed a steaming cup of coffee on my table, her voice laced with quiet amusement.
I looked up, and there she was - Amara, the woman who had been serving coffee here longer than I had been coming to this place. Her arched brow dared me to deny it, but all I could do was smile.
"You caught me," I admitted, leaning back in my chair.
Her gaze softened with curiosity as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Who are you waiting for anyway? Can't be a date - you don't look nervous enough for that."
I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head. "Not a date. My little sis."
Her mouth fell open, and for the first time since I had known her, she was actually speechless. "You... have a sister?"
