Chapter 103 Roses

• The café near the university was tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop, its windows fogged slightly from the warmth inside. The scent of roasted beans and fresh pastries wrapped around Emily like a soft blanket the moment she stepped through the door.
• Stanley was already there, waving from a corner table with two steaming cups in front of him. He stood as she approached, his usual boyish grin lighting up his face.
• “Hey,” he said, pulling out her chair. “You look like you ran a marathon.”