The television station is located in a corner of the city, right next to the loop line hub, and from the window seat of the café, you can see the hustle and bustle downstairs.
In the blazing summer, the air was scorching, and the asphalt road was like molten chocolate lava cake.
Elise Don took a sip of her iced Americano and smiled at her sudden craving, which some found to be a rare, limited edition.
A shadow loomed over her, and Elise looked up, quickly stifling her smile, and replaced it with a distant and dignified expression.
"So fast, finished talking with the director?" Elise asked.
"I turned down the show, so it was quick."
Shay Windsor sat down, ordered an espresso, closed the menu, and then faced Elise.
"Why the long face?" he laughed.
