The lingerie boutique sat nestled between two larger shops, barely noticeable from the main street.
Its exterior was modest, an elegantly curtained window with a single delicate sign reading "Lace And Silk" in hand-lettered gold script. A small bell chimed softly as the door opened, the kind of store that didn't draw in the foot traffic of tourists or casual shoppers.
You had to know it was there...And Kafka, clearly, did.
Olivia clung to his side tightly now, hand locked around his hand, her body half-pressed to his as they stepped toward the entrance.
Outside, in the open world of bustling pedestrians and market stalls, her grip might've looked romantic. Maybe a little shy.
But in here, where the store was quiet, soft-lit, intimate, it would stand out.
Inside, everyone would see.
Especially in a shop as fancy as this that smelled of fresh silk and faint perfume, the kind that seeped into the air from folded fabrics and lingering incense.
