[Sera]
The coffee shop hums with its usual weekend afternoon buzz—clinking mugs, the hiss of the espresso machine, and that low murmur of conversations blending into white noise.
I wipe down the counter for what feels like the hundredth time, my hands moving on autopilot. Behind me, the TV mounted on the wall drones on about some celebrity gossip, but I tune it out. Or try to.
"...and sources confirm the Alpha King's engagement party will be held at the luxurious Grandeur Hotel next weekend. Killian Voss and Victoria Thorn's union is set to be the event of the year..."
My rag pauses mid-swipe. I don't look up. Don't react. Just keep scrubbing at a nonexistent stain, like if I ignore it hard enough, the words will evaporate.
It's been over a month since that rainy night in the hallway,
