The hotel restaurant felt like a cozy throwback, with soft lights making every table look magical. Soft jazz tunes floated around, blending perfectly with the gentle clinks of glasses and whispers of chat.
Markus spotted Cassandra tucked away in this cozy corner, enjoying the dim, romantic vibes. She was staring at the swirls in her fancy latte until she looked up and saw him.
“Morning, Markus! Always a joy to see you,” she said excitedly.
“You’re a bit ahead of schedule, I see. And seemingly lost in your world,” Markus quipped as he sat opposite her, his eyes twinkling with amusement and curiosity.
Cassandra’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Or could it be that you’re simply fashionably tardy, my dear Markus?”
He shrugged, an amused smile lingering on his lips. “A matter of perspective, I
