Toby faked a dramatic sigh of disappointment, clutching the muffin bag as if he'd just been rejected by destiny itself.
"Ah, she's married. My would-be love story ends before it even begins. Tragic."
The barista chuckled. "Hope our muffins can ease your heartbreak, sir. Enjoy."
Toby walked back to the table, his grin splitting ear to ear. Dean eyed him suspiciously.
"Well? Did you get the barista's phone number, or did you just embarrass yourself for nothing?" Dean asked mockingly.
"Oh, I got something much better." Toby dropped into his chair, savoring his secret like a fine wine. "Confirmation. That was Evelyn Walters. Alive. Breathing. And, apparently, hiding in plain sight."
Dean nearly spat out his coffee.
"You've got to be joking! Right? Th-The Evelyn Walters? Heiress-turned-scandal-queen? Man, if you're wrong, this is gonna be scandalous for us. Maybe the end of our career, man!"
"Psst...!"
