POV: Isabelle
I pushed the glass door and a little bell above jingled. The coffee shop was completely deserted and it was located at the far end of a very narrow street. The smell in the air was that of used coffee beans.
Lena was sitting comfortably in a corner booth as she was fixated on a plain white cup as she kept drumming the cup's rim with her fingers.
On my way across the wooden floor my boots made a distinct clicking noise as I moved smoothly and pulled the bench of the booth where Lena was sitting.
Lena quickly jerked her head away from their point of contact, looking at me with panic-stricken, big eyes and a very pale face. She was buttoning up her thick coat even more tightly as if for warmth.
''So, you really showed up,'' said Lena.
Her voice was barely audible but not e
