Zora's Point of View.

As I stepped out into the mild midday air, the gentle breeze was a welcome respite from the usual heat. I glanced left and right before crossing the road, my eyes fixed on the coffee shop called Bundles Coffee, where I was supposed to meet Jason. It was our go-to spot, a familiar haunt where we often met to discuss our latest projects. As I pushed open the French door, the bell above it let out a soft clang, announcing my arrival. I scanned the room, but I didn't need to look far – I knew Jason's favourite spot by heart. My gaze drifted to the...