Apostle Café
Damian sat alone in the quiet café, idly scrolling through videos on his phone when the door opened with a cautious creak. A familiar face peeked in first, half-hidden behind dark shades and a neatly tied headscarf.
It was Judge Helen Vance.
Only after confirming the café was empty did she slip inside, shutting the door behind her and locking it with a quick, practiced motion.
Damian lowered his phone calmly, his gaze sweeping over her in a brief, measured assessment. Even with the scarf and shades, her identity was unmistakable to him.
"Try a face mask next time. The lower half of your face is quite… distinct, you know," he said, his tone light, edged with teasing suggestion.
A faint blush spread across her cheeks at his words.
