At that moment, not long after, Cora's car pulled into the quiet parking lot of the small, upscale restaurant Robert had chosen. It wasn't a flashy place, but it had a calming atmosphere lighting, soft jazz in the background, and big windows that let the sunlight pour in gently.
She stepped out, composed and sharp as ever, wearing a dark olive blazer with a black dress underneath. Her heels clicked with confidence across the tiled floor as she made her way in.
Robert was already there, he sat at a table near the window, a cup of coffee in front of him, untouched. His fingers tapped lightly against the table as if his mind wasn't at rest. But the moment he spotted Cora walking in, he immediately stood up like a gentleman. His expression was neutral but laced with unease.
However Cora didn't rush. She walked over, her eyes never leaving his, her face unreadable. When she reached the table, she didn't sit right away.
