Amethyst's POV
I bit down nervously on my lower lip as I glanced at the time displayed on my phone. Anxiety pricked at my insides. Taking a deep breath, I shifted my gaze to the café sign outside, gathering my courage. With determination, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
As I entered, my eyes scanned the cozy interior of the café, taking in the warm colors and the soft chatter of the patrons. Then, my gaze landed on a familiar face seated at a table. His expression was unreadable, making my heart race even faster.
I gulped, feeling the weight of our past hanging in the air between us, as I made my way toward him. With each step, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as if it might burst free at any moment.
"Pierre," I said, finally standing in front of him, my voic
