Evelyn adjusted the strap of her purse, shielding her eyes slightly as the sun peeked through the high-rise lining the street. Her phone buzzed in her hand as she checked the address again.
Cream town Cafe, 12:30 p.m.
She was right on time. Rose, on the other hand, was not. Typical.
With a half-smile and a sigh, she slipped through the glass doors of the cozy cafe settled in the middle of the city’s urban district. The scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon lingered in the air, warming the cool bite of atmosphere.
Her eyes scanned the place. Soft music played overhead, and sunlight bathed the dark wooden tables in a soft glow. She searched for an open seat and that’s when she saw him.
He sat like he owned the place. A tailored navy suit hugged his tall frame like it was custom-mad
