Cynthia’s impatience increased with each passing minute. She’d arrived at the café early to commandeer a private table in the corner, but Rafa was officially late. She hoped that lack of punctuality was not going to be his M.O. She took another sip of her coffee, checked her watch again, and looked up just as Rafa rushed through the doorway.
He sat down and offered a quick apology. “I am so sorry I’m late. Traffic was a mess—”
“You probably need to allow more time,” said Cynthia with a sharper tone than she had intended. “Especially now, with all the snowbirds arriving.”
“It won’t happen again, I promise.” He took off his coat, glad to be inside where it was warm. The weather was unusually cold for ...