Lena's POV
A small cafe
I was seated by the window when I saw a Cadillac Celestiq park right in front of the door.
I exhaled.
"He's here," I raised my hand.
"One more coffee please less sugar."
As Jonathan walked in, eyes turned towards him.
Even though he looked exhausted, he was still as handsome as he was seven years back.
"Lena?" He said come over.
"Hi," I said, pushing the coffee over. "No sugar."
I knew what he wanted to ask how I knew and I had to win his trust so I spoke before he could ask.
"Veronica told me," I said.
"Why choose…here?" He said looking around.
"You mean it should've been a controlled, quiet place? Well, this is the least type of place Fredrick would imagine us to meet at.
"He's in jail," he said in a frank voice.
"Does that even matter?" He said leaning back into his chair.
"Jonathan, do you think he has—"
"If he had," He cut my words midway.
"He would have been out."
