Damien entered the café, scanning the room as the faint smell of fresh coffee and pastries filled the air.
Spotting Natasha seated by the window, he noticed the cold, piercing glare she shot his way as she sat stiffly in her chair, her arms crossed in front of her.
She looked ready to lash out the moment he got close enough.
He approached her table, the bouquet in his hand seeming out of place in the tense atmosphere.
Without hesitation, he sat down, meeting her gaze without flinching.
Natasha didn't waste time with pleasantries.
"Why did you call me here, Damien?" she asked, her voice sharp, barely contained fury simmering beneath her calm exterior.
Damien leaned back in his chair, his expression almost nonchalant. "I thought you'd want to hear more about the deal we discussed last night."
