Tiago

*The rain had just begun to fall when Y/N stepped into the small café on the corner of Maple Street. She shook the droplets from her jacket and glanced around for an empty seat. The warm smell of coffee and cinnamon filled the air, wrapping the room in a quiet comfort. Across the café, someone looked up from a book at the exact moment she walked in. Their eyes met for only a second. Y/N quickly looked away, pretending to study*