Evelyn's POV 

The scent of freshly baked pizza filled the air, mixing with the faint murmur of chatter around us. I sat across from Leonard, a half-eaten large pizza between us, surrounded by crumpled napkins and two glasses of soda. Warm evening light filtered through the café’s windows, casting a golden glow over everything.

Leonard leaned back in his chair, his jacket hanging over the backrest. His relaxed posture and easy smile made it hard to believe this was the same man who had been so intense just hours earlier. “You know,” he started, a playful glint in his eye, “for a city that’s supposed to be all business, the...