Without hesitation, Peter guided Adriana away from the crowd and toward a private café.
Normally, they would have gone to the canteen without a second thought, but today the very idea of being around people made their tempers flare. The lingering anger clung to them, sharp and restless.
The café was dim and quiet, carrying the faint aroma of roasted coffee beans and warm pastries.
They entered a reserved private room, shutting the door behind them as if sealing the outside world away.
After ordering their food, silence stretched between them, thick but not uncomfortable.
Adriana walked over to the window. Pale moonlight spilled into the room, brushing softly against her face and pooling across the table.
She stared at the glowing reflection on the glass, her fingers curling against the window frame.
"I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted," she muttered, her voice low. "That's why he took advantage of us."
