Note; This is a short side story of the beginning of Roman and Serena love story.

The café was small and quiet, tucked between two busy streets where most people walked past without noticing it.

Roman Blackwood liked it that way.

At nineteen, his life was already loud. Too many expectations and too many people who knew his last name before they even knew him.

So whenever he could escape, he came here.

A simple corner table. A cup of coffee.

His peace and quiet.

He was halfway through answering messages on his phone when the bell above the door rang loudly.

“Sorry! I’m late!”

The voice came rushing in...