Callie
The cafe smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, a comforting scent that should have calmed me, and wrapped me in warmth. But my heart was pounding hard enough to make my fingers tremble as I pushed through the glass door. The place was softly lit, sunlight spilling in through the windows, catching on the steam rising from mugs and the quiet chatter of customers.
None of it mattered.
Not when I saw him.
The door clicked shut behind me, trapping the mix of coffee warmth and nerves in my chest. I could feel eyes briefly shift toward me—casual curiosity—but all of it faded the moment mine found him.
Grayson was already at our usual corner table—his seat claiming the space like he owned it, like he owned the entire cafe. He sat with one arm resting casually against the
