Maya’s P. O. V.
It was already past eight thirty in the evening when Mr. Miller took his leave and I decided to stay a bit longer inside the café in this warm and cozy place before I finally need to face the chilled night outside once again. Tonight, I was really enjoying the coffee that I had ordered twice or thrice may be, including the one I am sipping right now.
Through the tiny window just beside my table, I kept watching how the streets slowly started to get empty as people might have been trying to avoid the cold night weather by staying inside their own spaces or stepping out as less as possible.
And here I was, sitting in an unknown cafe which is far away from my home, without anyone by my side to keep me company throughout my time here, unlike everyone else tonight. It is just
