Being a barista might not mean much to most people, but for Elizabeth, it was different.
Andy had seen firsthand how Elizabeth worked tirelessly for days to design a single dress. He'd also seen the light in her eyes when she finally completed a piece she was proud of.
That was when Elizabeth seemed truly alive, her eyes sparkling with vitality.
But now, it was as if her soul had withered.
Andy couldn't sense a shred of liveliness in her anymore, and it made him ache with pity and regret.
Elizabeth stared at the text on her phone, her expression calm and unchanged.
She lowered her head, focusing on finishing her task without a word.
Andy wanted to say more but hesitated when he saw how indifferent she seemed. He couldn't bring himself to press further.
After making a cup
