An Admirer
“Looks like you have a secret admirer over there, honey,” she told her husband. She tried not to laugh out loud as she motioned toward the barista. The woman was once again standing behind the counter, staring. Luke glanced at her for a second, frowning.
“I’m sorry. That’s really weird. Maybe we should go somewhere else,” he suggested, but just then, Clara noticed something. Luke had no idea that his wife’s friend was watching him from behind.