Chapter 20 Spark

• The familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, that was once a source of comfort, now carried a faint, unsettling feeling since the day Zara was publicly humiliated.
• But she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm over her as she stepped into the café.
• The café looked the same but quieter, more intimate. No customers. Just the two of them except for a barista wiping the counter with meticulous care and the hum of an espresso machine he was clearly proud of.