~Selene’s POV~
The café is called something she doesn't register until she is already inside.
She had not planned to stop. The morning had been a coordination assignment — a follow-up call with Bea at Meridian about a charity luncheon scheduled for the following week, forty-seven guests this time, one more than the corporate dinner, which Bea had mentioned with the tone of someone offering a promotion. After the call, Selene had walked. She does this now, in the hours between the work and the flat, because the city is still learning her and she is still learning it, and the only way to know a place is to move through it without an agenda.
The café was on the corner of a street she had not taken before. The window was fogged from the inside. She was cold, and the iron supplements Dr. Ama
