The coffee shop was dimly lit, its warm hues casting a soft glow on the polished wooden tables and the faint steam curling up from freshly brewed cups of coffee. The familiar scent of roasted beans and faint vanilla lingered in the air, a comforting contrast to the tension thrumming in my veins.
I sat at my usual corner seat, the one with a clear view of the entrance and the large street-facing windows. The place was quieter than usual, with only a handful of patrons scattered about.My coffee sat untouched on the table, the dark liquid rippling slightly every time I tapped my finger against the table's edge. I wasn't nervous—no, nervousness wasn't something I indulged in—but the anticipation had me alert, my mind running through a hundred scenarios of what was to come.The clock above the counter ticked steadily. 2:55 PM.At exactly 3:00 PM, it happened.The soft murmur of the coffee shop stilled.
