Afternoon sunlight drifted through the cafe’s windows, settling upon the hardwood floors in languid pools. They stretched toward the soft shadows beneath chairs and tables, but didn’t bother to intertwine with them just yet, content to warm the floor they rested in.
Sable had arrived about 15 minutes early, deciding that would hopefully be not too early, but not too late. She’d ordered a mocha and a plate of sma...