I push open the door, and a rich, warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelops me. It’s the promise of something to look forward to, which I need. Wow. Wall-to-wall people in here. Relaxed and looking forward to hitting the books, I scan the room, my heart stopping when I spot her. Zoe sits in the corner and, for a moment, I’m lost in the way her hair catches the light, a cascade of brown with honey that frames her ethereal face perfectly.
But she’s not alone.