Dera.
One of the things I really loved about this place was how pretty it got, especially in the evenings. Cars moved about and people waved at each other, wearing beautiful prints. I never wanted to leave.
Isabella and I were on a day out, and we had claimed a corner booth at Lemon Grass Cafe, a nice little diner wrapped in a pretty charm. It smelled like sardine bread and beverages, and the soft music coming through the speakers made it feel like home.
"Okay now." Isabella said, leaning in as she unwrapped her straw like she was about to uncover state secrets. "You've been way too quiet lately about that pottery class. Spill. What's going on in Dera's secret little world?"
I toyed with my napkin, folding and unfolding it.
"I saw Adrian." I said finally, whispering.
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