Charlie sat across from Spark at a small café on a quiet corner of the city. The soft murmur of voices and the clink of coffee cups created a peaceful hum in the background, while the lights from lights above cast a gentle glow over the space. Outside, the city was alive with the usual hustle, but inside, it felt like time had slowed and that they were in their own little bubble.
The café was cozy, the tables made of smooth, polished wood, their edges softened by years of use. The ai...
