I had no idea, so I shrugged it off and took a sip of my coffee—only to be completely blown away. I had always assumed that all coffee tasted the same, regardless of the beans used. But this one? This one was exceptional. A reason in itself to come back here.
"It tastes better than the one Tony buys every day," I murmured to myself as I picked up the pastry. And just like the coffee, it caught me off guard. The balance of flavors—just the right amount of saltiness blending perfectly with the sweetness—made it irresistible. Before I knew it, I had finished it all, leaving only my coffee.
Leaning back in my chair, I glanced around. And there she was—still sitting, but now focused on writing in a notebook while referencing an open book.
A vague memory surfaced.
"I said the same thing to a
