I sat down across from her and took the cup she'd pushed toward me. Black coffee, still hot, exactly how I liked it. Of course she knew.
"You've been here a while."
"Twenty minutes. I wanted to watch you walk in."
The coffee shop was mostly empty at this hour on a Sunday morning, just a few early risers hunched over laptops and a barista who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. The same barista who'd been working the day I spilled coffee on Cassidy's shirt and started this whole mess.
"This is where it happened," Sabrina said, watching my face. "September third. You were running late for your shift at the Velvet Room. Cassidy was sitting at that table by the window, pretending to study while actually watching videos on her phone. You came through the door too fast, someone opened it from the outside at the same time, and your coffee went everywhere."
"You remember the exact date."
