The restaurant was warm and glowing, nestled between ivy-covered buildings, a quiet spot far from the main bustle of Riverbend.
Candlelit tables lined the windows, casting golden reflections on the pavement. Clara stood at the entrance, her dress brushing softly against her legs as she adjusted her clutch and glanced around.
Her heart beat in careful rhythm, calm but alert. She was just in time. 7:58
She stepped inside, the scent of roasted vegetables and herbs greeting her. A hostess with a kind smile met her halfway.
“Reservation name?” the hostess asked.
“Jace,” Clara replied, smoothing her hair behind her ear. “We’re meeting at eight.”
“Right this way.”
The hostess led her to a small table near the window. A single candle flickered between two place settings. Clara took her seat
