The jingle of the bell above the pastry shop door shattered the quiet atmosphere, drawing their attention. Nathan's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the newcomer. "Raphael West?"
The man, catching Nathan's eye, was equally taken aback. "Nathan?" He hurried closer, astonishment writ large on his face. "It really is you."
Nathan rose, a flicker of complex emotions flitting across his eyes. His voice composed as he said, "Raphael, it's been a while since we met"
"Indeed, I never expected to run into you here." Raphael drew closer, a smile spreading across his face. "How are you doing?"
Nathan nodded, his tone still even. "Everything's well." He shifted slightly, gesturing towards Zelia.
"This is my," he paused, seeming to search for the right word, and continued, "wife, Zelia."
