Clorinde walked into a small coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hitting her nose. She placed her bag down before sitting and rummaging through it, pulling out her phone to send a quick text. She then called over a server and ordered a cup of coffee. When it was delivered, she took a slow sip, her eyes frequently darting to the door as if expecting someone.
Half an hour later, the little bell attached to the door rang, and Clorinde turned to see Damien walking in with a nervous smile on his face.
When he approached her table and sat down, she rolled her eyes and checked the time, ready to say something sarcastic. "You sure came early,"
Damien laughed, waving his hand dismissively. "Forgive me, Clorinde. I got caught up in traffic. It's been getting worse each day."
