The London cold seemed more intense that morning, but I knew it wasn't just the weather. It was the nervousness that left my hands icy and my stomach in a tight knot.
I was standing outside the café, my apron folded over my arm and my fingers shoved into the pockets of my worn-out coat. My legs swayed slightly, as if that could burn off the anxiety running through my body.
Then, the shiny black car appeared on the narrow street. It was too elegant, unlike any vehicle that had ever given me a ride. It stopped slowly in front of me, and my heart beat faster when the driver's door opened.
Ravi stepped out with the same impeccable posture I remembered, his dark wool coat and perfectly styled hair, as if the cold didn't dare ruffle anything about him. His golden eyes met mine, and for an ins
