Without realizing it, night had fallen.
The once-quiet café gradually filled with life, couples on dates, groups of friends laughing together, workers just off their shifts, and wanderers who decided to stop by.
The night shift staff had arrived too.
It should have been Mikail's cue to head home.
At least, that was the plan.
Yet Mikail remained seated, absentmindedly stirring his now-cold coffee, lost in thought, replaying over and over why he had said what he did that afternoon.
His gaze, once unfocused, sharpened when he noticed movement from the corner of his eye. Moona was stepping onto the small indoor stage, her every step graceful and unhurried. Instantly, the atmosphere shifted.
Without needing to utter a word, Moona commanded the room's attention.
Conversations died mid-sentence; even the most distracted men found their eyes drawn to her, captivated not only by her stunning beauty but by an unexplainable presence she carried like a second skin.
