Micah stepped out of the restaurant and paused for a moment just outside the entrance, letting the glass door close softly behind him. The moment he stepped onto the pedestrian street, a gentle wave of warmth brushed against his face.
It was the middle of spring, and the afternoon city seemed to glow under the soft golden sunlight.
The sky above was a clear, tender blue, streaked with thin drifting clouds that moved lazily across the horizon. Sunlight spilled over the buildings and reflected off glass windows, making the entire street shimmer faintly as if coated in warm honey. A mild breeze carried the faint scent of blooming flowers mixed with roasted coffee from nearby cafés.
Micah slowly began walking down the pedestrian road.
