Kafziel glanced nervously at Jules as they drove toward the coffee shop. The city streets were bathed in the golden hue of late afternoon, the sunlight glinting off car windows and creating long, shifting shadows on the pavement. Every turn felt slower than it should, every honk of a distant horn made his stomach twist.
“Relax, man,” Jules muttered from the passenger seat, though his tone lacked conviction. He was clearly tense, jaw tight, fingers tapping rhythmically against his leg. “You’ll be fine. It’s just… talking.”
Kafziel ran a hand through his hair, heart thumping violently. “It’s not just talking,” he murmured. “I… I don’t even know if she remembers me clearly. Or if she’ll even want to see me after all this time.”
Jules snorted, half-amused, half-annoyed. “You’re overthinking
