Diana wasn't looking for anyone. She was reading a thick paperback, one leg tucked under her, her dark hair falling in a way that seemed rehearsed but wasn't. Abby's plan had been simple: meet Darcy, exchange a package, leave. But the rain had other ideas.
“Not yet,” Diana said. “But we’re about to.” Abby winters darcy diana
Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass. Diana wasn't looking for anyone
When Darcy finally arrived—breathless, apologetic, and completely unaware of the shift that had just occurred—she found Abby and Diana sharing a single pastry, fingers brushing over the last crumb. one leg tucked under her