Eleanor's POV
The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement as I made my way to Billy's Café. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, confusion, and a gnawing sense of dread. The encounter with Sisi was something I had both dreaded and anticipated, and now, as I pushed open the door to the café, a wave of uncertainty washed over me.
The warm, familiar scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries greeted me, but I couldn't find any comfort in it. I scanned the room, searching for her. My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced down at the screen: "Yellow cat hoodie." I lifted my head, and there she was, tucked away in the farthest corner of the café, her back to the window, her face partially obscured by the hood of her sweatshirt.
