Chapter 34
The chime of the doorbell was light and tinny, a sharp contrast to the overpowering silence Leo had been carrying since he learned the truth about Serenity’s identity. As he stepped inside, the soles of his Italian leather shoes clicked aggressively against the stained concrete floor. He had the foresight to dress down so he didn’t draw too much attention to himself.
The cafe smelled of toasted sesame and miso. It was a world away from the climate-controlled glass boxes that reeked of cologne and top-shelf booze he usually frequented.
"Welcome!" the cashier chirped, a middle-aged woman with a tired, kind smile. She waved a hand vaguely toward the tables. "Grab a seat anywhere you like, dear."
"Thanks," Leo murmured, his voice sounding thin and out of place.
He stood frozen
