The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee enveloped Lily as she pushed open the door of her favorite café, the little bell tinkling overhead. She inhaled deeply, savouring the rich scent that promised to chase away the lingering drowsiness from her late night with Caspian. As she waited in line, she caught sight of her reflection in the polished espresso machine - her fiery hair slightly mussed, a faint purple mark just visible above her collar. Heat rose to her cheeks.
"The usual, Lily?" asked the barista, eyeing her curiously.
"Yes, please," Lily replied, her voice raspier than normal. She cleared her throat. "Extra shot today."
As she waited for her drink, Lily felt the weight of stares on her back. She turned, catching the gaze of an elderly woman who quickly averted her eyes. A young man op
