Chapter 30: Jumping Jiminy

Espresso poured through the thick foam of steamed milk, entwined with a caramel drizzle. I inhaled the aroma of coffee to satiate my daily craving.

"Do you need a room?" Luke broke through the tender moment I shared with my caramel macchiato. He was watching me from the driver's seat of his car. If he thought I was weird before, it's definitely been confirmed now.

"Not if it makes us even more late for school," I said, eyeing the electric clock on his dashboard. 8:02 AM

We're late. "Now you're concerned with time? You didn't seem too focused on it before."

"That was the BC era. Before Coffee," I said, reinventing the definition of the Latin calendar.