“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
-Louisa May Alcott-
Chapter 123: The Fire with a Soul of Its Own
The next day
The spoon clinked against porcelain with a tiny, accusatory ping, and Yuno winced as if the cup itself had insulted his already questionable choice in men.
“Lukewarm,” he muttered after taking a sip, pushing the cappuccino away like a scandal. “I deserve better. The universe knows I do.”
The universe did not respond. It rarely listened to Leos on time, and when it did, all hell tended to break loose.
He sat in the corner booth of Moonbeam Cafe, looking out at the darkened sky… not an ideal time for a cappuccino, but caffeine had no power over him at all. He felt an unwavering presence staring straight through his soul.
He didn’t know who,
