Helena
I sipped from my hot cocoa, savouring the rich taste of the real chocolate and the whipped cream on top. The barista had looked a little confused about me ordering one in the middle of summer but I enjoyed them at any time of the year.
The bustling from the café was pleasing and made it easy to sit here by myself and stare out the window, watching people who weren’t paying a single ounce of attention to me. A guilty pleasure that I blamed on my work. Observing from the outside was kind of my thing. Like watching people fall in love without finding it for myself.
Anastasia came to mind but I pushed the thought away. As much as I enjoyed her company and the flow of our conversations, I wasn’t foolish enough to think that made me special. She was a clever well-rounded woman, she was
