The small café they found this time was different from the one Serena used to work in. It was quieter, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. The tables were small and close together, and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air.

Serena sat across from Roman, stirring her drink slowly.

It still felt strange seeing him outside the café where she used to work. There, he had just been a regular customer.

Here he felt different.

Ricky leaned back in his chair beside Roman, watching the two of them like he was observing some interesting experiment.

“So,” Serena said, glancing between them. “You two are always together?”...