The young man's lips curled into a warm smile, understanding the reason behind her glare. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was returning. I wanted to surprise you."
Selina tugged her lips into a dubious smirk. "Yes, you always surprise me, Rowan. And I'm not that upset," she said, stepping into his open arms.
The young man, Rowan Owen, beamed as he wrapped his arms around her. "I couldn't wait any longer to see my dearest friend. I've missed you, Selina," he whispered, holding her close.
He had stopped by the pub twice yesterday hoping to find her, but Annabelle told him she'd be visiting today for her paycheck.
After a brief, heartfelt hug—one they hadn't shared in a year—Selina pulled back, still feeling the lingering warmth between them. Playfully, she gave him a light tap on the chest.
"I know you missed me to death because you're dying for my cooking and late-night rooftop chats," Selina teased with a proud grin, guiding him to a cosy shop nearby.
