Raelynn pushed open the glass door of the small café, a soft chime announcing their entrance. The warm scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint sweetness of pastries, wrapping around her like a gentle hug. She glanced around, taking in the rustic wooden beams, cozy booths, and plants dangling from the ceiling. She had passed this place countless times, but it had never occurred to her to step inside—until today.
Reinhart strolled in behind her, adjusting his sleek jacket as he scanned the café. "Huh, not bad," he mused, pushing his sunglasses onto his head. "Not too loud, not too empty. Perfect for secrets."
Raelynn rolled her eyes with a small smile as she made her way to their table. "I didn't bring you here for secrets. It's just lunch."
Reinhart raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Yet, somehow, I feel like I'm about to learn something interesting."
