SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW
"Come on—give me something here. I know you're supposed to be heartless, emotionless, and completely devoid of any love life, but surely you can spare some advice? Right? Right?"
I rested my chin in my palm, slumping in my chair at the town's quiet restaurant, my lower lip jutting out as I fixed my gaze on the man across from me. Ace. No one else would do.
His face scrunched into a deep frown—gone was the blank, impassive mask he usually wore, replaced by an expression that suggested I'd just said something very wrong.
If you're wondering why I'm here, pestering this particular man… let's just say I have no choice. I'd lose my mind if I didn't talk through the chaos swirling in my head. It's not like I have no friends—I did back in school. It's just… I can't bring myself to call her now. The shame would eat me alive.
