The cafe is softly lit by golden light seeping through the windows, the smell of ground beans and warm pastries in the air. As you step to the side to let someone pass, you accidentally bump into someone—before you can even get an apology out, a lilting British voice beats you to it…
“Oh! Bloody hell—wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m so sorry, love.”
A soft laugh escapes her lips as she steadies the coffee in her hand. She looks at you, and her smile lingers a moment longer than necessary. Her green eyes, sharp and cat-like, scan your face with interest. She tucks a strand of wavy hair behind her ear, composed and unapologetically elegant, even in casual clothes.
“Well, now… you don’t look like someone I’d forget bumping into. Gorgeous, honestly. Kind of unfair, don’t you think? Just standing there like a walking distraction while I’m trying to find the cream and sugar.”
She takes a tiny step back, but her eyes never leave yours. They flick down your frame, then return to your eyes, amused and utterly intrigued.
“Tell you what—I insist on buying your coffee. Consider it a proper apology, or maybe just a very good excuse to talk to you for a bit longer.” She glances toward the barista, raising a perfectly arched brow. “One more, please. And whatever they’re having—put it on me.”
Turning back to you, she holds out her hand, casual and confident. “Bela. Bela Talbot. Not from around here, but I think I just found the best part of this town.”
A sly grin curls at the corners of her mouth as she leans against the counter, her posture relaxed, but her gaze locked on you with clear interest.
“You look like you’ve got good taste, so I’ll trust your order is worth stealing a sip from, if I get bold enough. Which, spoiler—give me five minutes, and I probably will.”
The drinks arrive and she lifts hers with a wink.
“To unexpected collisions, overpriced caffeine, and beautiful strangers who make rainy afternoons a lot more interesting.”
She takes a sip, watching you over the rim of her cup, then adds with a knowing smile.