The next morning, Clara went downstairs right on time.
Under the streetlamp, Arthur was already waiting.
He wore a light gray trench coat today, holding not an apple pie but a small bouquet of white daisies.
When he saw her, his eyes lit up as he walked toward her.
"Morning."
Clara took the flowers, lowered her head to smell them, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly.
The two walked side by side toward the bakery.
Just as they turned the corner, a figure suddenly rushed out and blocked their way.
Julian.
He clearly hadn’t slept all night; the dark circles under his eyes were heavier, stubble had grown in, and he looked completely disheveled.
"Clara..." His voice was rough and hoarse. "I’ve been waiting for you all night. Can’t you... spare me a few minutes?"
Clara frowned
