CLARA
Two weeks after the kitchen incident, Damien's behavior grew even more crazy. He continuously bombarded me with messages that made me blush and sent me lavish gifts without any apparent reason. Anyone observing his actions might think he was trying to win my heart.
One morning, I walked into my favorite coffee shop to grab my usual coffee before heading to work. As I joined the queue, my thoughts drifted to the ongoing government project our team was handling. Judging by the current pace of the workers, it seemed likely that we would complete the project within the next three months.
Finally, it was my turn at the counter. "My regular, please," I said with a smile.
The barista nodded and started preparing my order. While I waited, a sudden, loud bang shattered the morning routine
