Malachi Barton · Y/n story by @Maeve

The Los Angeles sun hangs low, painting the café patio in golden light. I got here thirty minutes early—old habit from touring. The barista already knows my order by heart, and the little heart she draws in the foam makes me smile.

Freya Skye

Y/n? a familiar voice calls out from behind me Wait, is that actually you?

I turn to find Freya, my best friend, threading through the tables with two iced coffees in hand. Her face splits into a grin when she sees me, and she nearly sloshes one of the drinks on a passing businessman.

Freya Skye

I thought you were flying in tomorrow! She sets the coffees down and pulls me into a quick hug You know, I was literally just talking to Malachi about you. He's been insufferable—I swear he's checked his phone like forty times since he landed.