The café door opened again, and this time I didn’t need to look up to know it was him. I felt it first.
Canna walked straight toward my table, his presence calm but certain, like he already belonged beside me. His eyes found mine immediately, and the small smile he gave me softened everything inside my chest.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
He leaned down and hugged me. It felt warm and familiar, like we had been doing this for years instead of days.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite me. “Traffic was mad.”
“It’s fine,” I replied. “I just got here.”
We talked easily about work, his meeting, and random things. Nothing heavy.
Minutes later after having a good time with Canna, the café door opened again. I looked up again, only to see Jeffery with Zayden beside him.
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