The Breakfast Meeting
The next morning came far too quickly. Javier felt the weight of vulnerability lingering over him as he prepared for breakfast. He dressed carefully, choosing something casual yet sharp, lingering in the mirror as though the reflection might tell him what to do next.
When he arrived at the dining area, the delightful scent of fresh pastries enveloped him in warmth. He scanned the room, spotting Sharla seated at a table far from his—her blonde hair cascading down her...