Soon Noah became a regular.
Every morning.
Same table.
Same coffee.
Same mildly sarcastic conversations.
One afternoon Maya cornered Ava.
"You're flirting with him."
"I am not."
"You spilled coffee on him."
"That was an accident."
"You argue every day."
"That's called conversation."
Maya leaned closer.
"That's called tension."
Across the café, Noah sat with Rohan.
"You like her," Rohan said.
"No."
"You go there every morning."
"They have good coffee."
"You work three blocks in the opposite direction."
Noah paused.
"…The walk helps me think."
Rohan grinned.
"About Ava?"
Noah glared.