The London morning was crisp but not cold, sunlight streaming between the tall buildings like a promise of calm. Damien adjusted his cufflinks in the reflection of the coffee shop window, straightening his navy suit. Today marked his second day at the hospitals, With a final glance in the mirror, he pocketed his car keys and stepped out, inhaling the slightly briny city air. His thoughts were already at work, mentally mapping the day ahead. Coffee in hand,
As he was steeping out from the coffee shop.
As soon he open the door Damien's eyes meet with Sophie Thoreau, impeccably dressed, was speaking animatedly to a silent, tense figure lucas Thoreau. She turned, eyes narrowing with interest.
"Do you guys know each other?" Sophie asked, her tone sharp but with a hint of playful curiosity,
