Ramen
Celeste's POV
The night finally started to loosen its grip on the café just past midnight. The crowd that once filled every corner had slowly thinned into scattered conversations and tired laughter, until all that was left was the soft hum of cleaning, overturned chairs, and the lingering warmth of something that had ended but not quite disappeared.
I stayed seated longer than I needed to. Not because I had nowhere to go, but because something in me didn’t want to leave yet. It felt strange, realizing that a place could feel more grounding than home, more honest than silence, more breathable than the thoughts
I usually carried alone.
Sofia was already standing near the entrance, waving at someone on her phone with that familiar energy that made it look like she belonged everywh
