Aira
From the outside, the cafe looked like a cosy diner. Not modern but gave a homely vibe. A complete contrast from what I thought he would take me to. An old man rushed towards us and greeted Aldren by bowing his head. He guided us to a private booth which had an open terrace on the top floor. The cafe was spacious, with hanging chandeliers, antique pieces adorning every corner, and beautiful paintings filling the room. A slow song finally calmed my frayed nerves.
We settled into our seats. The view was beautiful here.
"This is beautiful," I said looking at the garden, surrounded by lush greenery. The sun was setting, and the hue of orange and pink had spread out in the sky, colouring the tall trees.
"Yes, it is," he said.
He was silent for a long time. His eyes glanced between t
