Seamus sat at the table, fidgeting with his fingers behind the menu stand.
This restaurant used to feel warm. Back then it was always loud with university students typing, laughing, drinking cheap coffee as if sleep wasn't real.
Today it was silent.
The cooks had changed. The waiters had changed. The air felt colder, the coffee tasted more bitter than he remembered.
It was unsettling to see a place filled with warm memories transformed into something foreign, as if he had walked into a cheap imitation of what used to be real.
"The person we're with is indeed more important than the place," he murmured under his breath.
"Huh? What did you say?" Diane asked.
She sat beside him, shifting in her seat like she was ready to bolt at any moment.
She was uncomfortable too. Andrew had asked to meet at noon, but they arrived too early, and now the anticipation was eating them alive.
"Nothing," Seamus said. He breathed in slowly. "This place just feels different."
