The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filled Lucas's nose as he pushed open the door of a quaint cafe.
He inhaled deeply, grateful that he had decided to step out of the house for breakfast instead of settling for a bowl of cereals in front of the television, as had become his habit lately.
The usual Sunday morning crowd was just beginning, the sound of chatter and the rhythmic clinking of spoons against mugs a comforting soundtrack. Lucas scanned the room, as he searched for an empty seat.
Most tables were occupied by couples or groups of friends, engaged in lively conversations. A lone woman sat by the window, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her, and Lucas thought of Amy seated by herself that way at the lounge.
He spotted one by the window, bathed in a warm shaft of sunlight. Perfect. He thought as he made his way to the window seat which had just been vacated.
