The cafe was alive with the usual day hum, the quiet clinks of porcelain cups, the hiss of steaming milk, the sounds of blender and the low buzz of chatter. But inside Elisa, there was nothing but numbness. The soft jazz playing in the background, the smell of sliced fruits and roasted coffee beans, all of it blurred into white noise. She moved on autopilot, offering polite smiles to customers and delivering orders with practiced grace, but her mind was anywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Ever since Cael's apology...or whatever that emotionally sterile monologue had been, her chest had been tight and her brain with static. Days has passed, yet his words repeated over and over in her head like a broken record.
"You were free to do whatever you wanted. We weren't official. I didn't have the right to be angry."
What the hell did that even mean?
