Riley moved before the incensed boy could throw a punch. “Okay!” She snapped, shoving her way between them. Lucas yielded to her hand on his chest, although they both knew that if he really hadn’t wanted to move, she wouldn’t have been able to make him. “Charlie, I can’t go tonight – I have to stay here at the café for my mom until she gets here. That’s what I had called you about, if you had bothered to listen to the voicemail I left. You can stay or not stay, but not if you’re going to cause trouble.”
She turned away from him, just to catch Lucas smirking. “I’m on shift in fifteen minutes. Come on.” Grabbing him by the arm, she pulled him away, but not towards the public front entrance, instead leading him through the small kitchen and the adjoining apartment and straight out into a private courtyard.