The server doesn’t look much older than the girls at YLA, but if I’m not mistaken, she’s checking me out. Mona and Aiko always say I’m bad at picking up on these things, but she’s come to my table four times in five minutes offering water, and every time, the looks are bold enough that even I know what’s up.

“Uh, no.” I give her a polite smile. “I’ll order something when my friends get here.”

“Okay.” She points to her chest…name tag. “Cherise. Just holla if you need me.”

I give her another polite smile, this one a dismissal.

My phone rings and I know it’s Mona before I even look at the screen.

“Let me guess,” I say, already smiling. “You’re running late.”

“You don’t know my life.”

We both laugh because I very much do know her life, and she knows mine. Except I haven’t told her about the breakup. Yet.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Well, my cousin Alicia and I needed to run by this shop.”

Flea market.

“And we were supposed to start early, but got behind,” she says. “I’ll be there fifteen minutes, tops. Kimba there yet?”

“Not yet.” But if she comes soon, I’ll have fifteen minutes alone with her.

“Some things never change,” Mona says. “You were always early, I was always late, and Kimba was always—”

“Right on time,” I say as Kimba walks into Tips and surveys the Saturday lunch crowd. “I’ll see you when you get here.”

“K, bye.”

I wave to get Kimba’s attention, smiling in a way I hope is normal. I don’t feel normal. I feel…jittery, like my body resumed the adolescent state from when we were friends before. My palms are sweating. My heart is pounding. I’m this close to shoving my hands in my pockets even though I’m sitting down.

But she’s so damn beautiful.

I’m not the only one who notices. A few men here with their girls cast discreet looks Kimba’s way as she walks by, her stride confident, her generous curves shown off to perfection in the orange dress that stops a little above her knees. Curls riot around her face and brush her shoulders. Her makeup is light, but flawless. She looks…expensive. Even though she’s dressed simply, sophistication clings to her as faithfully as the dress clings to her body. And when she gets close enough, her scent floats around me and makes me want to breathe so deep she’s the only thing I can smell. It’s lemony with something earthier beneath.

Cocoa butter.