A few days passed, but for Gray, nothing really felt settled in.
He still had too much on his plate, but thankfully, the fog in his head had finally disappeared.
And after days of reading, now he was here.
Gray was standing outside a quiet cafe, a few streets from their old university district. The place had big glass windows and a crooked wooden sign hanging over the entrance. The place looked vintage and old.
It looked the same as it did years ago.
The memory hit him unexpectedly. He remembered that the last time he stood out here, he had just finished a presentation, and Mara was waiting inside with two cold drinks.
He'd laughed back then whenever he saw her. But now, his hand hesitated on the door.
He wasn't sure if it was nerves or if he just thought that it had been a long time.
Still, he stepped in.
The smell hit him first. The smell of coffee and butter from the pastries filled the air.
