A Latte Like Love

Nine

They tore through the streets, picking up speed while the rain thundered down on them even harder than before.

Despite Theo’s best efforts—he’d also thrown his jacket around her shoulders—Audrey was soaked to the bone and shivering, the strips of paint chips wet and curling, hanging limp from their safety pins and weighing her dress down considerably.

The cold air burned her lungs as she panted and tried her best to keep up with Theo’s long legs while he led them to shelter.