Anything But Fine

Stella

The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries fills the air as I step into the brunch spot where Tessa, Piper and I meet up once a week. It’s been a tradition of ours for years, and I’m glad to have things back to normal now that the cook-off is over

Normal.

The word feels foreign. After losing the cook-off, followed by Vance’s departure, ‘normal’ feels like something strangely new