The café was quiet for a Saturday evening.
Soft amber lights glowed overhead, reflecting off the polished wooden tables. The scent of roasted coffee beans mixed with vanilla syrup hung in the air. Through the glass windows, cars could be seen driving down the road.
Braelyn sat opposite Genny, her fingers wrapped tightly around her milkshake glass. She hadn't taken a sip.
Her mind was a storm. The weight of everything that had happened this past month stayed heavy on her shoulders as she studied her friend. As she stared at Genny, she realized there was something different about her today.
Genny sat stiffly in her seat. She had been curious about why Braelyn called. She looked tired and worn at the edges. It was no secret among the elites that New Horizon and Volkov Apex were in conflict. She was deeply concerned about her friend.
The waiter came and took their orders. "Good evening, ladies. What can I get you?" he asked with a friendly smile.
