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I try to ignore it, but the buzzing is insistent.
“You’d better check that,” Andrea suggests. “Someone is clearly trying to get in touch with you.”
“I’m sorry. I swear no one usually calls me.”
I cringe. Does that make me sound like a loser?
I pull out my phone and frown.
Unknown number.
Another buzz.
“Your verification code is 042311.”
What?
A pause.
“Security alert: New login detected.”
“I think my phone is spasming,” I say, still frowning. Mercury must definitely be in retrograde.
The buzzing continues.
“I’m going to turn it off,” I say, chuckling.
Seriously, what’s going on today?
Andrea leans back, watching me with a grin. “Good call. Before it starts smoking or bursts into flames.”
I smirk as I hold down the power button. “If I vanish mid-date, blame the phone.”
“Well, that would make for a great story, but I’d be sad if we didn’t get a second date.”
My heart gives a little jump. He wants to see me again.
Despite all the little disasters, this is going so well.
I smile, searching for a reply, but the drinks arrive before I can speak.
“An americano for you, sir,” the waitress says, setting Andrea’s cup in front of him.
She turns to me and places a massive mug down that practically swallows the saucer beneath it.
“And for you, an extra-large soy latte.”
I blink at it, about to point out the mistake when I notice the froth.
My heart stutters.
A butterfly.
Perfectly etched into the foam. Still and delicate, like it’s waiting for me to react.
My stomach pulls tight, a rush of heat prickling the back of my neck.
Luca… I hear him in my head, that deep, rumbly voice calling mefarfalla.
