Gazing out the window, I quickly replayed the last few hours in my head. The enormity of what could have happened suddenly hit me.
I stifled a sob as I saw Edward approaching with our drinks. No need for him to see me cry again.
At least not right now.
Smiling, he set the mugs down on the table and took his seat.
"Here you go. Coffee is their passion here, so I'm sure it'll be delicious," he said.
I picked up the latte and inhaled deeply.
"To new friends," Edward said, raising his mug to mine.
"To new friends," I repeated.