contivuation,
Diego's POV
I wasn't supposed to be sitting there.
Technically, I was still on shift. The counter was mine until closing, and if my manager walked in at that exact moment, I'd probably get a lecture about professionalism and customer boundaries.
But the café was nearly empty.
Two students were asleep over their laptops, their unfinished assignments glowing faintly on their screens. A couple occupied the far corner, quietly sharing a basket of fries and whatever private conversation existed between people who had already learned each other's silences. The espresso machine had finally stopped hissing.
The rush was over. No one needed me for the next few minutes.
Maybe that was why I stayed or maybe it was because every time I looked at Celestine, she seemed like someone
