Lita knocked on Clara’s door and smiled as Elian opened up for her.
“Hey Lita. Come in. Clara’s just in the bathroom but she’ll be right out.”
Lita smiled at the brown eyed man warmly. Elian was such an easy-going man with no pretense and no affectation of being anything other than who he was. He was a smart businessman and a hell of a chef but he was always warm, smiling, and friendly. She genuinely liked him and knew why he and his spitfire of a wife worked so well together. They balanced each other out.
“Hey Lita,” Clara came out of the bathroom with a towel around her hair. Her face was devoid of make-up, pink and freshly scrubbed and her scar which ran along her cheek, bright. “Everything okay?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
“Come sit,” Clara unwound the towel and flopped into a ch
