His face is that of someone who just lost a prizefighting championship match.

His clothes are caked with snow like he walked a mile in the blizzard.

And Raine isn’t convinced he doesn’t have plans to rob her before the night is over.

But he’s here at her grandparents’ diner—her only refuge from the cruel world—and she has no choice but to serve him with a smile and pray that this angry boy will move on when he’s done.

As long he doesn’t notice her hands first.