Scintilla — “a spark or a very small thing”
Three months before camp
Alyssa sat in the corner of the corner tables of her favourite café. She clasped her hands together in front of her. Suddenly her phone lit up. With a grimace, she swiped to read the text.
“Is he there yet? “
It was the tenth text from Tori in the past hour. She had offered to join Alyssa in meeting Will for the first time, especially after what happened with Kade.
She knew Tori would understand the implication of her one-word reply.
“Regretting setting up the meeting yet?” came the next text.
Alyssa was contemplating her reply when someone bumped into her table. Looking up, she came face-to-face with a dishevelled and flustered William Torres.
Her breath hitched. Her heart skipped a beat. For the first time in almost two years, she felt the first spark of attraction rise within her.