The Café by the River”
Emma Blake had always loved the quiet corners of the city. On Saturday mornings, she would stroll through the cobbled streets, notebook in hand, searching for inspiration for her writing. Her favorite spot, however, was a small riverside café called The Willow. Its wooden tables and soft jazz music made it feel like home. One chilly morning in October, Emma pushed open the café door and was greeted by the comforting scent of fresh coffee. She chose her usual table by the window, where she could watch the river ripple beneath the golden sunlight. As she settled with her cappuccino and notebook, she noticed someone across the room. A man was sitting alone, sketching on a pad, completely absorbed in his work. He had a calm presence—brown hair falling slightly over his forehead, and green eyes that reflected a quiet intensity. Emma felt a strange pull toward him, though she didn’t know why. She sipped her coffee, pretending to focus on her writing, but her eyes kept drifting toward h...