Abby Winters Darcy Diana Apr 2026

Diana laughed—a small, surprised sound. She gestured to the empty seat across from her. “Then sit. Darcy’s always late.”

Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass.

“Not yet,” Diana said. “But we’re about to.” Abby winters darcy diana

Diana wasn't looking for anyone. She was reading a thick paperback, one leg tucked under her, her dark hair falling in a way that seemed rehearsed but wasn't. Abby's plan had been simple: meet Darcy, exchange a package, leave. But the rain had other ideas.

“No,” Abby replied, shaking water from her sleeves. “But the rain is, apparently, a very controlling date.” Diana laughed—a small, surprised sound

“You two know each other?” Darcy asked, shrugging off her coat.

Across the street, a coffee shop glowed amber through the storm. And there, in the window, was Diana. Darcy’s always late

“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious.

Abby sat. The package in her coat pocket felt heavier now, but not in a bad way. Some meetings are accidents. Others are the universe finally getting tired of waiting.