This is the café that Rachel Foster and Jasper Reed used to love. Rachel always preferred the window seat—sitting quietly as she watched the bustling street below, finding solace in the gentle hum of the world outside. The café's familiar aroma of freshly ground coffee and a hint of sweet pastries had always carried memories of happier times when every sip of Blue Mountain coffee felt like a small celebration of life.
"Thank you for remembering I like Blue Mountain," she murmured softly, lowering her gaze as she stirred her coffee. The rich, warm flavor mingled with her bittersweet reminiscences, evoking a silent promise of brighter days.
