Coffee

Sheila's POV

It's been over two weeks since we last spoke, myself and André. Two weeks of him being extra busy with work and his mafia duties. He would come back really late on some nights, retiring to his bedroom and locking himself up in there. On some other nights, he won't come home at all. I didn't really know why but I was worried. Somehow, I felt like he had been avoiding me because of what that man said, weeks ago. He was trying to keep his distance from me.

At the moment, I decided that an alone outing will do me some good. I needed to clear my head, after all that had been happening recently. I was dressed up in a real simple outfit, with a face cap to offer more disguise. The last thing I needed was a group of paparazzi and bloggers running after me with cameras and microphones.

I took a taxi like every other regular person, a thirty minutes drive to my favorite coffee shop around town. Would have loved to bring Harley along but she absolutely despises coffee.

I finally got