The café was bathed in a warm, yellow light, creating a unique ambiance.
The hustle and bustle of the traffic outside couldn't penetrate the quiet sanctuary inside.
The two men squared off, neither wanting to budge, each with their own agenda.
John Fame had reserved the place for the sake of peace and privacy.
"Every time you speak, it sounds better than any song," Oliver Winslow said. "You keep saying it's for her, but what have you actually done for her?"
"I am doing this for her." John Fame replied, "That's why I won't accept any option you put forward. If you take her away, she will be suspicious. She will need time to readjust to life in South City. However, I can't keep her with me either, because what I fear most is her learning about the past and not being able to cope with it."
"So?"
"So, I want her to willingly and peacefully go with you."
Oliver Winslow furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
