Lila
The next day I went back to the café, to work on some of my documents. Later I proceeded to the coffee shop.
The coffee shop seemed more peaceful today, with the low murmur of people's conversation, and the gentle hiss of the espresso machine providing a clear contrast to the turmoil of my last visit.
I observed the steam drifting up from my latte, creating relaxed swirls in the atmosphere.
My anxiety fluttered just below the facade of my serene demeanor. Max showed up very late today.
A portion of me felt a sense of relief—it was time to gather my thoughts and remind myself to remain grounded.
Yet, the other part, the one that consistently felt like it quickened a bit when he was close, was uneasy. I was uncertain about what I wanted to hear from him today.
Closure? A fresh start? Or perhaps something in the middle?
