Chapter 151 Sarah

• Kieran beats me to our table. When I arrive–still ten minutes early–with an armful of books, he's already sitting into the chair opposite mine, his cane leaning against the desk. He's wearing another button-down shirt, but eggplant colored this time.
• His dark eyes watch me approach, an unreadable expression on his face, and when I drop the stack of books onto the table with a thud, I notice why.
• There's a muffin by my spot. A fresh, golden muffin, giving off a warm, buttery scent that makes my stomach growl.