Chapter 12 -At The Café

• My cab pulled up in front of the café where my manager, Mason, and I usually met
• I stepped inside, my gaze landing on Mason, who was seated at the end of the table. His eyes lit up with a smile as I approached.
• Mason, a twenty-six-year-old, was a striking figure, standing about six feet tall with an athletic build that reflected his commitment to fitness. His dark hair was always perfectly styled, and his deep-set green eyes were his most captivating feature.