She studied the Sharpie scribble along the side of the plastic cup. Iced quad grande oat milk latte with two pumps of vanilla syrup. She took the coffee from him. “What is this?” “Other than an egregious amount of caffeine?” Colin dropped the gym bag he was carrying and sat beside her. “It’s your order, isn’t it?” “You knew that how?” “He fished it out of the garbage after you left,” Caitlin said, tapping away at her phone. “Like the total freak he is.”
