The little cafe next to the dress boutique was warm, cozy, and smelled absolutely amazing.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla, melted chocolate, and freshly roasted coffee beans. Soft jazz music played quietly in the background.
Roxy and Lira sat together in a comfortable, curved booth right by the big front window.
Across the room, sitting at a completely different table, were the six Kings.
It was actually a very funny sight. The little cafe tables were meant for normal-sized human people. Squeezing six massive, broad-shouldered, six-foot-tall men covered in pure muscle around one tiny, round wooden table was almost impossible.
Torian had his giant knees bumped up against the wood, looking totally uncomfortable. Kaelen was holding a tiny, delicate white espresso cup in his huge hand, looking like he might crush it by accident.
They were not relaxing. They were watching the girls' booth like a pack of hungry hawks.
