Lena’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her head, finding Alaric standing there, hands in his pockets, a playful smirk on his face.
"Finished most of that coffee, huh? Aren’t you worried it’ll keep you up even more?" he teased.
A small flicker of relief washed over her, but she quickly masked it, turning her head away with a huff. Of all things, he’d managed to track her down and call out her excuse. She lightly touched her cheek with her fingertips, glancing upward. "And what about you? What are you doing down here? How’d you even know I was at the café?"
"You’re afraid of ghosts, so obviously you’d stay somewhere well-lit," he said matter-of-factly, taking a seat across from her.
"Wh-who said I’m afraid of ghosts?" she stammered defensively.
"If you’re not, then why aren’t you bac
