DAHLIA WAS surprised when she saw Roald standing outside Café Bliss that morning. It was only eight o’clock, the shop is not open, and her part-timers have not come in yet. There was a slight drizzle outside and the street was blurred from the drops of rain that covered the glass wall. But he knew the man standing outside the locked door of the café, tapping lightly on the glass door was Roald.
What’s he doing here this early?
She walked to the door to unlock and open it. Roald was slightly wet from the light rain. Dahlia sighed and then smiled. “I’d say you’re trying to kill yourself if I don’t know better,“ she said.
Roald just shrugged. “I haven’t seen you in days. I miss you.“
Dahlia’s heart skipped a beat at his comment. She shrugged it off and widened the door and let Roald c
