AARON POV
I hoped to gather my thoughts before Elijah arrived at the coffee shop early. The standard spot was vacant with the exception of a couple of individuals crouched in the corner, tasting on their espresso and talking discreetly. I requested a dark espresso and sat down at a little table close to the window, watching the world go by.
The coffee shop was bustling with activity, as people hurried in and out, grabbing their caffeine fix before heading off to work. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries and baked goods.
I watched as the baristas expertly crafted each order, grinding the beans and steaming the milk to perfection. They moved with a grace and fluidity that was almost hypnotic, their hands moving in a blur as they
