The café wasn't crowded, but it wasn't quiet either. A low hum of chatter mixed with the hiss of steaming milk hung in the air, weaving into the soft clinking of cups against saucers. The smell of coffee beans, toasted bread, and something faintly sweet wrapped around Lana the moment she stepped inside.
She didn't wanted to be there. Not with her. She was supposed to be back at the mansion, brewing trouble. Not hanging out with a certain Yvonne.
Not until few minutes ago, Lana hadn't even known this woman existed. She'd lived under the same roof as Alexander for weeks, navigating awkward silences and tense arguments, yet he had somehow never mentioned having a best friend.
And now here they were, walking into a café together, side by side yet miles apart.
