POV: Ava
The door burst open and Ava's heart nearly stopped.
She spun around from the small table where she had been sitting, knocking her water bottle sideways, already pulling her feet under her like she was going to run, her whole body reacting before her brain could catch up.
Leo stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him. His arms were full. A paper bag, two burner phones still in their plastic packaging, a folded map, and what looked like a tablet wrapped in a rubber case. He dropped everything on the table and started moving immediately, checking the window, pulling the curtain one inch to the side and scanning the street below before letting it fall back.
"You scared me," Ava said, pressing one hand flat against her chest like she could slow her heart down manually.
"I know. I'm sorry." He didn't look at her when he said it. He was already tearing open one of the phone packages. "I was faster than I expected."
