The afternoon sky was gloomy, as if hanging something unfinished. The rain fell slowly, tapping on the large glass windows of Café Solus as if waiting for an answer — breaking the tension that was in the cafe.

Riven froze for a moment — not because she was angry, but because something inside the Cafe's Owner's heart shattered slowly like glass cracking from the inside when one of her customers made a sharp comment about her coffee.

“I'm deeply sorry,” she finally said, her voice soft but piercing.

“I shall make you another one.”