Nikolas sat on the wooden chair in the coffee house, his gaze fixed on the door as he tapped his foot restlessly against the floor.
Ever since his mother's unexpected visit on Saturday, he had not been able to stop thinking about she reacted when he told her about Selene.
His eyes swept over the cozy café. Tucked in between a nearby library and a popular flower stall, this place had always offered him a strange kind of comfort. Time felt suspended the moment you stepped through its glass doors.
Although they had renovated some parts recently,it still did not change the aesthetic of the place: the warm wood furniture, the velvet armchairs tucked in the corners, the quiet hum of conversation. It felt like a safe pocket of the world.
He used to find peace here. But today, he could not seem to settle his thoughts.
