As I stepped inside, the café was alive with activity, the perfume of freshly ground coffee beans mixed with the subtle aroma of cooked pastries.

The line was long, but that was not unusual for this establishment.

It had always been one of those trendy hangouts where folks huddled over laptops or caught up with friends.

The sound of conversations mixed with the clinking of cups and the faint hiss of the espresso machine.

I surveyed the room, feeling strangely out of place, but then I saw him. Tyler.

He sat in a corner booth, dressed in his typical crisp black jacket and a white shirt with a slightly open...