Stella POV
The hustle and bustle of the busy street outside the coffee shop was a stark contrast to the quietness of my own thoughts. I had been sitting there for what felt like hours, sipping on my coffee and lost in my own world. I had a lot on my mind, and I was struggling to make sense of it all.
I had just finished my coffee, but I lingered at the small round table, savoring the warmth and quiet of the café. It was my little haven in the midst of a bustling city, a place where I could escape from the demands of work and the chaos of the world.
But even here, my mind was restless. I had a lot on my plate, both personally and professionally. I was juggling deadlines, meetings, and obligations, and it seemed like there was never enough time in the day to get everything done.
That was
