Eventually, our lunch detour began to look increasingly familiar, and by the time we stopped in front of the little corner cafe, I was shaking my head in vehement denial. “No. No way. Absolutely not.” I glared when the other man just smirked at me. “This is a tourist trap. It’s always been a tourist trap!” Mael chuckled, smiling just wide enough for me to catch the hint of his tongue poking out between his teeth. “It’s a good cover.
