Finally, we parked in front of a cozy coffee shop. Although I had heard of the place before, I had never had the chance to visit. Today would be my first time stepping inside.
We entered in silence. After briefly surveying the interior, we found a table near the glass window. It was the perfect spot, far enough from the other tables that no one would easily overhear our conversation.
I settled into my seat. Natalia occupied the chair opposite mine.
A female server approached our table with a polite smile and asked for our orders.
Natalia ordered an iced coffee, a low-calorie drink I had expected someone like her to choose, while I settled for a cup of hot chocolate.
When it was time to pay, Natalia insisted on covering both drinks. I offered to pay for my own, but she refused, stressi
