A tale about books, life, and everything in between. In that café, the atmosphere was calm and cozy, just like when Cassie spent afternoons with her friends. Only this time, the conversation felt deeper.
"You know," Axel said, sipping his coffee, "one of the reasons I often go to your library is because of its quiet and intimate atmosphere. It reminds me of my childhood, when I used to spend time in an old library in my small town. That place was almost like a second home to me."
Cassie smiled at Axel's story. "I feel the same way. The library gives me peace, especially after everything that's happened..." she paused, realizing that the words had slipped out. It wasn't like her to talk openly about her difficult past.
Axel looked at Cassie with a concerned gaze. "What really happened, Cassie? I've always felt there's something behind your calm demeanor. As if you've been through something very heavy."
