The café was quiet this afternoon.

Soft music played from somewhere near the counter while the faint sound of rain tapped gently against the large windows facing the street. A few people sat scattered around the room, each lost in their own conversations or work.

At a table near the window sat a tall woman dressed simply but neatly, a dark coat draped over the back of her chair.

Robin.

She rested one elbow lightly against the table while reading a thick book, occasionally turning a page with calm, deliberate movements. A small cup of coffee sat beside her, untouched for the moment as her attention remained fixed on the text.

From time to time she would glance out the window, watching pedestrians pass beneath umbrellas before returning to her reading.

She didn’t seem rushed.

Or particularly concerned with anything happening around her.

For the moment, she simply sat there quietly, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere as the rain continued to fall outside.