I turn toward the cash register to find a freshly showered and very conflicted-looking Hayden Quinn. I say his name on a slow exhale. Georgina looks at me, then follows my gaze toward the door. Their eyes meet, and I hold my breath. He glances at me, and I give him the slightest smile. At that, he moves toward our table. They’re quiet for a moment, both of them frozen, and then Hayden draws in a deep breath. “Hey.” Georgina’s face softens. She smiles at him and her voice cracks slightly as she says, “Hey.”
