Third Person P.O.V.
The early morning sky over the town wore a muted gray hue, like it couldn't decide whether to rain or shine. Caleb sat alone at a booth in the corner of a quaint breakfast joint called Maple & Toast. The scent of warm coffee and freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the air, but he barely registered any of it. His fingers drummed the table, his foot tapping in a rhythm only impatience could compose.
He had arrived twenty minutes ago.
Veronica was late.
He wasn't surprised. Just annoyed.
When the bell above the entrance finally jingled, he looked up to see her sweeping in like she owned the place. Dark glasses perched on her nose, hair tied in a neat ponytail, and that infuriating smirk playing on her lips like this was just another casual rendezvous.
"Sorry, traffic
