The morning air carried a faint breath of spring, but winter wasn’t ready to let go. Frost clung to rooftops, and a quiet chill still crept through the cobbled village streets. Aria stood outside the Honeycomb Café, her coat pulled close, heart beating faster than she liked to admit. The scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee drifted out with each swing of the door, soft and comforting.
She hadn’t sat inside this café for years—not since the days when her life was quieter, simpler. Most of her visits had been for takeaway, always in and out. But today, she was here for something unfamiliar, something she’d once believed wasn’t meant for her.
A blind date.
Mira’s idea, of course. The night nurse with her signature colourful scarves and stubborn brand of kindness. “You need something good,” M
