~Alessia~
Damian's favorite spot was a cozy bistro tucked away from the downtown rush, with exposed brick walls and the rich scent of fresh brews wafting through the air.
Due to what I heard yesterday at the office about Varela, we couldn't have the coffee and had to reschedule to today.
I arrived early, nerves fluttering as I claimed a corner table.
He'd been so attentive in the hallway, his easy charm a balm against the office grind. But guilt nipped at me... Lorenzo's guarded glances that morning, his unspoken worries about the audit.
Damian strolled in, his tailored vest accentuating broad shoulders, a warm grin lighting his face.
"You beat me here," he said, sliding into the seat opposite, signaling the barista. "What's your poison? Latte? Something stronger?"
"Latte's fine," I replied, relaxing into the chair. "Thanks for suggesting this. I needed a break from those spreadsheets."
